Your Special Some One Poem by Subrata Ray

Your Special Some One.

Who is that some one?
Either God or none,
A special appeal you keep,
In your heart, in every part,
The infinite wildness you reap.

Who is that beauty that haunts your vacation?
Who is that glory that turns your sole-submission?

In your stay, you need saturation.
Hopper's breath, hammer's strike,
Blacksmith's clumsy hand,
All are rolls, -daily tolls,
In Time-caught taxation.

Your love is a pilgrimage,
Your music too like the lark,
And your mind you sail,
To cross your limit, and embark,
On the abstract boat in watery sky.

You wish to touch the ignition point,
And a gust of breeze flame unborn,
You cherish to be dissected and torn.
In somewhere else in a fine morn.

Your sad satiety,
Your coiled passions’ fumes,
Your deprecated Will’s stand- stillness,
In Some One’s reigns and presence,
Wither as daily dropped feathers.

No old grows your some One’s youth,
And Beauty’s leaves never shade,
Your body goes and comes,
But afresh some One remains –un-fade.