Treasure Island

Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

To Jan Mielke Schwartz, -The Spiritual Soul


You wade the river of life,
With inborn intellect and earthly strife,
And never stop to explore,
The psychic recesses of human lore.

The whole America and the world know your story,
Hi forensic scientist with divine glory.
Your love extends from man to animal,
And it would remain in Time's skull.

Your radioactive Love of positive nature,
Is the innate virtue of your Being's feature.
Poets from time hence would search their theme,
From your milk of kindness, -the poetic cream.

Submitted: Saturday, October 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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