Elephant Lullaby By Subrata Saha

Elephant Lullaby

Sleepyhead, sleepy eyes, sleepy smile,

Snuggled against mum,

In tall green grass,

Daytime nap of dreams you desire.

Tuff of hair, playful spout,

Under the waterfall of life,

Rolling in mud...soft and warm.

As you laugh,

With water spray and water fun

In a shower of delight.

Little one plays with others young ones,

Running and grabbing tails,

Trumpeting angriliy

You are indeed are the victor...

Evening descends,

Ganesha is calling,

Your belly rumbles for mama’s milk.

Drink, sleep, sweet dreams baby one,

Let me sing my elephant lullaby to you.

Subrata Saha ( copyright July 2016)

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Seahorse Dance By Subrata Saha

Seahorse courtship dance on you tube and my poem on it. As a child and even today, I still love to observe nature and its beauty. Subrata.x
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scj2g7iow4

Seahorses Dance

We meet,
Glide up to each other,
In synchronistic movements,
Tails entwined.
Blue waves of sea currents,
Green sea plants swaying to a rhythmic song.
Midnight blue ocean,
Rays of sun trickling through green seaweed.
We touch and caress,
I approach you for our dance.
Sea echoes with classical overtones,
I bow to you.
Our tails bind,
Bodies forms a love shaped heart,
Our lips touch trance,
In a dance of love.

By Subrata Saha ( copyright June 2016)

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The Strat by Subrata Saha

The Strat

I stand on the Cliffs of Mohar,
Green emerald isle of the sea,
Hearing the ocean crash,
Beautiful notes on a Fend Strat.

She appears in my arms,
His face in the sky,
Celtic long darked haired prince,
Of rock royal blood,
Watching with warm blue eyes.

I hold her close,
I smell her polished wood,
Feel the stripped paint bear of sweat,blood and toil,
Carved out of hands of a great man.

I kiss her rosewood neck,
Touch the worn out strings,
She vanishes from my arms,
And rests in yours.

As I close my eyes
Visions of you playing,
Burning across the sky,
Heaven opens ,I see your smile.

She is home where she belongs,
Home to the one she loves,
Rory,Rory we chant,
Play, play, and play,
Sweet blues, sweet music from our Irish prince.

Subrata Saha ( copyright June 2016)

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