Bazi alis Subrata Ray

Veteran Poet - 1,469 Points (January / Formerly East Pahistan)

The Waif’s Wailing. - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray

The parental dismay pities,
The identity whereabouts,
The existential beguiles,
Torment the psychic retreat ,
And the heaps of compromises,
Shroud the corpses of conscience.

The dream of pigeon's nest,
Waits in withering heath,
And the garland-glory of a mistress,
Changes paper-flower in red-light heats.

The shadowy residue of erosive hope,
Pricks like the wasted youth in Fate's jail,
And surely in blind desert, will come the last mail.

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Comments about The Waif’s Wailing. by Bazi alis Subrata Ray

  • Gold Star - 36,508 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/18/2013 8:54:00 AM)

    blind desert, I like it, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013


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