The Two’s Equal Is The Mystery. by Ray Subrata
She then said all right,
Faith is fun, faith is done,
You and your mistress,
I am a play thing, I am none.
Survival of fittest,
You did approve,
In your role,
You proved fool.
Wedlock, good approves,
Why where have you proff
No, I have faith, and people say,
Fie fie, be violent and gay.
You may go,
To a foe,
And test your chemistry,
The junction of thrill,
Demands a deal,
And the two’s equal,
Is the mystery.
poem by Ray Subrata Ray
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