The Permanent Vacation. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Permanent Vacation.



The daring bluer in her muzzy spirit,
Lives lone in the green retreat,
For her tidal bath, youthful mirth,
Are gone, leaving sad satiety .

Her crazy whims whine,
And the poison -flooded cobra fires,
Where! where! where! count down goes,
The first and the last sun mingle,
Single she was, and again would be single.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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