The Poet Poem by Subrata Ray
The Poet
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The ever Tagged Poet.
In brothel, temple, and street
You merit for your youth,
both in figure and spirit
The inevitable decay is not yours,
as you have no wick of desire,
without friction you lamp invisible fire.
You are penned with the ink of feeling,
as pure water glides from fountain,
Friday, May 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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4/27/2024 2:35:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You are penned with the ink of feeling, as pure water glides from fountain, /// yeah right; nicely written on poetic expression