The Plasma-Poetic –love. Poem by Subrata Ray
The Plasma-Poetic –love.
I wish to say you something,
Something that could never be said,
I wish to pay you the abstract –precious,
That never could be paid.
What I wish is a cherish,
Of the immortal land of the soul,
The cessation of tireless striving,
The clarion call for the goal.
I wish to paint that feeling,
That the dye of word never does,
But the watery-lines alone give the touch,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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