- -My Stella- 81 Poem by Prabir Gayen

- My Stella - 81
- Our love -

Our love is a chronicle
unwritten and will never be recorded,
This love is so heavenly, no pen can
draw a straight line.
No heart can measure it's abysmal depth,
No time bound is its prominence.
It grows in silence and words are futile to express.
Pain is its abode and I am
an oblivious song without rhyme.
Our love is not logical,
No logic can reach there, no mind can feel,
It is unlearning to human mind.
Only a bird alone in a stormy day,
above a cloudy bay, Or a shivering hare can give a glimpse of it.
Our love is without outpouring,
And beyond desire, and full of unfulfilling fulfillment.