- My Stella -98 Poem by Prabir Gayen

- My Stella - 98
Love

Love is contagious, and it's
devoted followers are its worst victim.
Love makes it's worshipper a hollow man,
an empty man.
Music, love's joyful attendant serves love
With all its dactyl and prosodic idiom.
Moves the feet with the flow of waves and wind.
Crushing the wheel of meaning and will
Love frees it's child and sorrow wanes,
Though boozy and pie- eyed seems the spirit
Of love,
Pain knocks every swamp of its vicinity,
Love is beyond and pointless is the pain.

Love weakens the lover for its effuse
and sporadic nature,
It's saintly, life - fulfilling elegy.
It draws in all dreams in it's purging flourish
Voiceless.
Time is it's lawn and timelessness is its matrix.