The Rewarded Love. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Rewarded Love.

The all yes girl lives,
In day-less quicksands,
All she knows is love,
That impels all with her magic wand.

Her whims emits perfumes of distant land,
Her smile opens profiles of unasked grace,
The girl is an omniscient shadow of rarest race.

Once I feel in love to taste my ruin,
So to be a slave to the girl's whims.

What happened afterwards, I could not know,
But a feeling beyond all knowledge enthroned in my brow.