- My Stella - 79 Comments

Out of this otiose and luckless life thou art my silver boon, last yet sturdy and beyond expectancy

Thy eyes art waveless ocean and sky with no Stars, Thy mind an abode of ceaseless pain with no thoughts at all. The heaven of highest form in mortal field. My stella, my heart's sole console in this Strange extraneous ground

hou art my silver boon, last yet sturdy and beyond expectancy. The illative spark of my mind. dear Prabir, is this your Stella about whom u write a l ot........... nice love poem. tony