poet-subrata-ray
Published author ,Poet , critic ,scholar , song -writer , music -composer , -Subrata Ray by profession is a Headmaster of 12-grade Govt. Sponsored school ,-Moula Netaji Vidyalaya . Ray is a distinguished author cum poet , and has published more than 2000 poems in the prestigious sites of the global net ,-Poem Hunter , Poetry.com , Speaking Tree , VoiceNets , Face Book , -Lulu.com . Amazon , -etc
Love Mother love
,Infuse divine spirit ,
You alone in this universe
To a child ,-that miracle merit .
More of the Ganges' holy-water ,
Your milk through the child flow ,
With your smile ,
The child changes its profile ,
And with your aura , it glows .
Your watching eye ever casts ,
Fence as girdle to sustain care ,
Your azure wish ever cherishes ,
To make the Innocence fair to fair .
Trillion oceans are trivial ponds ,
When the depth of your love the child shares ,
No full-moon is so glorious when the sky is bare ,
And the Earth can never give birth ,
As the Mother –Kali through you does ,
The whole humans stand to salute ,
The Unified-Field of your love on Earth .
Love Sarah love ,
Fill Sharon’s cup ,
And endow her to unburden your grief ,
The hellish holocaust ,
Must have a psychic burst ,
To give the hanging morbid a relief .
From your bower , hour by hour ,
'The Orphan Shoes' gains ground ,
And for your pains ,it would unchain ,
The aboriginal sins world around .
Love Mother love
,Infuse divine spirit ,
You alone in this universe
To a child ,-that miracle merit .
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
The Public Girl
I know am a pearl ,
Often in the day time ,
They call me a nasty girl ,
I am delicious food ,
I am drink to mitigate thirst ,
I am a bed to rest ,
I rise when the sun sets in the west .
I have no father as the common girls have ,
My mother fostered me in the dark street ,
I saw her yielding ,serving for food and shelter ,
I felt how for me she did bother !
I do not claim your jilted decency ,
Nor do I have any faith in your word ,
You put trap and catch a bird ,
And make it a roast for your drink ,
You the politicians ,you the corporate ,
You pollute the earth and reset its fate !
My mother was a daughter of a pious farmer ,
Her father trusted a son of an earl ,
And she at her adolescence winged her willow cast ,
The aristocrat swine ,took her away for feast of wine ,
Then she was a sale ,in a brothel ,
Some months before my tragic birth .
I remember my early teen ,
When I was less than fourteen ,
The greedy eyes and swell tongues ,
From my mother’s clients upon me hang .
I remember the occasional presses ,
And violent intake of poisonous kisses ,
From society figures and masquerades ,
And still I feel their blacksmith –like deals ,
And see myself pitted on society’s anvil .
You are not the first person to hear my tale ,
Many a broken-wing vagabond and tragic hero ,
Many a fate-stricken society’s zero ,
With storm and turmoil finger my bell ,
And seek life’s Heaven in my living hell .
I am a licensed-leisure with clock-tick hour ,
Often an escort for your travel –trip ,
You furrow my land without putting seed ,
You seek my art in every part ,but not my heart ,
And never you wish to know my feeling ,
I know your demand and service of my dealing .
Ah! I had I had my own sorrow and whim ,
A happy family –home as my dream ,
A faithful husband with children two or three ,
Could I have Sabbath and church-prayer free !
Oh no ! Your time is over ,you may go ,
Do you hear the **** ? Yes you hear ,
I have half an hour to attend the next client ,
And to repair the ravage , and a beguile smile .
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
My Relations
Don’t know why and how ,
In my mother’s womb first ,
My shelter was destined with His trust .
Then on earth , -a strange place ,
Wondering eye ,hovering grace ,
Started my second phase .
Sense to things with name ,
Attraction’s ******* came.
Feeling and body began to play,
In the house of my earthly clay.
My dumb reflected on alphabet ,
Letter to sentence , opening gates .
Mother , father ,sky and bird ,
Came up as integral part .
The exposed nature with concrete form ,
And the thoughts of the past in bookish norm ,
Mates and teachers ,the warning bell ,
Entered in to my reforming cell.
Then in a cloudy and stormy morning ,
The drudgery of lively hood in me springs.
Tidal of love for fair *** ,
Cut my being with a sharp Axe .
A room within room ,
Sun rise and gloom ,
With new Me’s and She’s ,
Sprouted in my mid-day’s lease .
My negligence to my inherited friends ,
Resulted deprecate ,decay of strength .
They proved a threat to my worldly stay ,
And pushing me back to the invisible bay .
Now I seek what my relation is ,
If you can do it please .
No where no where whisper my soul,
A fool you are ,hence no goal !!!
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
Arpita ,-The Only one .
There is one ,
Only one Arpita ,
With ten thousands synonyms ,
And two Nature’s amplitude ,
To cover sense of love ,and that of feeling ,
The widened unconquered ,
Ripples beyond the horizon ,
And the frictionless revere ,
Mingles with the waited time ,
Lo ! the colossal silence chambers the rime .
Hers is the eternal Divine in love ,
And she tinges the hearts ,
With the magic fragrance of frenzy ,
She impels ,she awakens the slumbering soul ,
There is only one Arpita , that arises and rolls !
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC