The Spell Of The Primeval .


The blooming adolescence ,
With some canker in its blossom ,
Or some dormant snake ,
Wilds all seasons .

The budding flower ,
Arrests drones one by one ,
And feels thirsty for equilibrium ,
A peg in its draught ,in the spring .

The fruits defies forbiddance ,
And lurk to bathe in the juice of orgasm ,
The ghosts and witches take hold on desires .

Fire ! More fire , rains and regains ,
Seed to flower , fruit , and then pyre !

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Poet Subrata Ray was born on 27th Januray , 1959 , at village Pakisha ,Nator ,Rajsahi in the Rays family of Pakisha Ray-Estate . The credential ties of his academic career ,-cover ,-a Honors degree in English from University Of Calcutta -followed by two master degrees in English language and literatures . Subrata Ray is a published author of several books from Amazon and Indian publications as ,-A Critical Review On English Poetry ,A Critical Review On History Of English Literature And Language , Gate Ways To The Soul , Sangitanjali ,-etc published by Bani Sansad ,and Nabina ,-Kolkata. Ray’s contributations of poetry to the global net ,-in the different sites ,as ,Academy of American poems , Poetry.com , Poem Hunter , Speaking Tree , www.subrataray.com , are more than 3000 poems , and criticisms on English and American poets , novelists , and dramatists . At present Subrata Ray is The Secretary cum The Headmaster of 12-grade Govt. Sponsored school ,-Moula Netagi Vidyalaya ,-Howrah ,-West Bengal ,India
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