To Makbul Fida Hussein, At His Demise. By Ray Subrata Poem by Subrata Ray

To Makbul Fida Hussein, At His Demise. By Ray Subrata



The images that flashed by,
In M.F, Hussain’s green eye,
Would remain as eternity’s fragments.
And ages to come would see them as garments
Of the wild Artist’s soul
And time will not wither
Like transient feather,
The realities of the cosmos live,
Though at the end of the voyage,
Now at harbor is the ship.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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