The Relic. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Relic.



Hidden darling of my live- antiquity,
Has made my mind a salve of her cart,
Her mystic dominance pirates my heart!

Her glimmering prospects take inlet,
Without land, air and water,
Her image in Time's face proves my hunter.

As a magnet of colossal strings,
She impels my concern's rudder,
All my will, turns fail, to cross her spell's boarder.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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