My Stella -No 66 Poem by Prabir Gayen

- -My Stella - 66
We are one

Pain or poverty, shame and disgrace we will share,
There is distance in place and position,
Space as between body and breath.
Beneath we are one, made of one clay.
In heart we melt into one another.
Though time is running with galloping motion,
Mind is absorbed in notion good or bad, right or wrong, and who is born for whom?
Let us look into each other's heart.
The song of unsophisticated undulation is there,
It sings that which is authentic.
Come stella, let us be true to each other and infringe the baulk of qualms.
Life piled upon life too little to feel the oneness if we feed on doubt.
Let us be adventurous and explore the world of ours,
Life of love is immense and voluminous however short it is.
Let faith and fidelity strain us both into one common thread,
If we fail to sing the song of our hearts,
We will live a different life above operable calculation.