Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

Woman, -Beyond One’s Grasp.


Ah! Woman, -the beauteous beauty of Creation,
My mother image, -I feel humble to pay you my homage.
You are fostering bed, -both from within and without,
You pour nectar to life, and affirm granite –anchor,
By your inborn virtue, -you are divine mother.

Your body is the only temple where the soul takes birth,
None but you are careful, empathy-evoked on the earth.
Your true kind, one may find by honoring your divine art,
With submissive ardency as devotee to Goddess’s heart.

Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013
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