, - - My Stella- - 42- Poem by Prabir Gayen

- -My stella- 42
Recluse
I am a traveller, unknown the way before me.
I am a dreamless being, a shadow of aspiration.
Time passed and I died with each passing hour.
A deep sepulchre and broken debris within me.
I love thee and yet know I that thou may forget me.
Time has no mercy and it is chill and insouciance.
One day, forthwith I am to vacate my place,
Life is a pain that has no potion and love is its pyre.
Still waiting on this fabled and illusive way glimpse of love that thou impart will show me the way.
I love thee o my stella, and bear thy love, rare to my soul on my way.
Though valedictory is painful, and my paring is a waste to my soul,
I have to leave and find a recluse.