The Possessed Impossible.

Seeing your beauty,
And mystic appeal,
Home I lost for ever,
For my Being I saw,
Mirrored in you,
And I rose to Impossibly never.

Often , often felt I undone,
For some rooted dismay under,
Like distant roar of tossing ocean,
And un-heard sound of thunder.

by Bazi alis Subrata Ray

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