How begins the bioscope, <br />How transparent telescope, <br />Casts the first budding May, <br />Why the heart torments none can say. <br /> <br />My adolescence’s she, <br />Comes out from magician’s bag, <br />Know not who my sole-self tags, <br />Unblemished time, spreads root. <br /> <br />Why the she I can’t forget, <br />Though so many women I meet, <br />In ups and down from hood to hood, <br />Sharing, experiencing odd and even moods. <br /> <br />You were tinged with your she, <br />And your she greeted you with good bye, <br />Or you get her as the bridge of mice’s ration, <br />But you for your she is ever thirsty <br />You get haunted by her commotion. <br /> <br />Morning- Maiden maddening miracle, <br />Imagination’s quenched ocean, <br />My he-being’s ever desired shrine, <br />My mundane purveyance thing. <br /> <br />My sex and its cyclone, <br />Stoops and melts into naught, <br />The volcano turns into melting ice, <br />All my fool rises into functioning wise. <br />A moment’s mirroring of the occult she, <br /> <br />Dream! Heaven! Goddess! <br />Sky -capped ridge, <br />Unmeasured slopping tunnel, <br />The beacon flame life’s life. <br /> <br />You did not make love and you married, <br />You are young or old or wild, <br />You have known the flesh of life, <br />You have adult awards, and wife, <br />Yet you have an unforgettable she, <br />The mystery of your completeness’s key! ! ! <br />.<br /><br />Subrata Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unforgettable-she-by-ray-subrata-by-ray-subrata/
