My Stella - 15 - Be Hurry
- - - My stella - - - 15
by Prabir Gayen
Time will pass as cloud pass in spring,
Flowers bloom and fade and bloom again,
No trace will be in sky and in garden,
Only age will grow in our sinuous and heart will pant in slow restraint manner,
The garden of our heart will remain fresh,
Air water and fire will efface our names,
The glory of life and varied beauteous forms will not weave our boyish love,
In the harmonious bond of our breath and intimate moment of painful tears,
Our passion for each to each will not hold the date,
Will thou forget me while the chariot of time write my name?
Will thou nurture me in thy heart while I will be lost in the womb of time?
Don't answer me, I know the truth,
Time is merciless and it hast no mercy even to loaded hearts,
Come stella and be hurry, era time takes us let us be lost in one common thread.