- My Stella No - 67 Poem by Prabir Gayen

- - My stella - 67
- Illusion-

Meeting house wast my heart and
thou wast It's idol.
The song wast deep and connubial bed wast
ready.
The mating of hearts wert
for deep rumination of our glory,
prior and quondam,
In the shade of a bower,
In the space of a cohesive tower.
Mind wast, though libertine, envisaged
Inner shower of the sparks of love forgotten.
Painful wast the memory full of premise.
Thou wert obverse to me, image of my
Subconscious fervidity, bare chest with
Vivid cordial reception.
The coalescence wast fateful when two hearts
bang the doors.
The moment of aloneness dawned with a flash of fervid pain.
Thou wert gone retreated to untraced bottom,
illuminating the darkness of my mind.
Thou wert nobody to me and I wast a fainted lover with no equitable precinct.