The Romantic Treasure Poem by Subrata Ray

The Romantic Treasure.
You were felt before seen,
Long, long ago before the 'first sight',
When the tired sun had gone,
To kiss the moonlit night.
Your live-image seeded sense,
And caused horror to my Arabian steed,
A paragon damsel from Medieval Age,
In my goblet you served your mead.
While the days from mystic cavern,
Were trailed by the wings of Time,
I in my unconscious was painting your rime.
Henceforth, for the unborn years,
The reddish love would tinge abstract glow,
I have felt from times immemorial,
In me your love flows.
So what! No matter matters,
The measure of life and death on temporal vase,
Through cycles of Maya and gen-rooted trace,
Ah! Love -the flowery vibrant! You remake! ! !