The Possessed Impossible. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Possessed Impossible.



Seeing your beauty,
And mystic appeal,
Home I lost for ever,
For my Being I saw,
Mirrored in you,
And I rose to Impossibly never.

Often , often felt I undone,
For some rooted dismay under,
Like distant roar of tossing ocean,
And un-heard sound of thunder.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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