- My Stella -92 Poem by Prabir Gayen

- - My stella -92
- -My true love -



The world is too much, enough and enough,
It's tangible madness corrupts who do love it's
beauteou seizure.
False feature of merriment and happiness
doth uproot the alkaline broth of life.
Life is a notion that holds not the real,
Hope that hast no dwelling,
Clinging and catching to alluring naught.
Hoosegow of boiling water that vaporizes
not the vapour -the impetuosity.
A mad house in a procession,
falling in deep slumber.
O my bridal dream, my cosmic concourse,
In thy nascent being,
stimulation full of life and pain of living,
My existing self.
Canoodle my heart, lucid and colourless,
With thy firm fold of affection.
Hymen with inner hymnal may follow
for the knowledge, recognition of same soul
With similar ardour.