My Stella -22
- - my stella - - - 22
by Prabir Gayen
House of God
How deep the draw in the plateau of being!
Thou own my space, the house of God,
Sudden flash of coruscating grace,
thou bestow on the kiosk and cabin of my heart.
A creature am I to feel separation deep,
In the kernel of my breast thou entwine
A passion free from rapacity and cupidity of love of carnal velocity.
A deep pain thou art and thy casual look and snappy coldness kill me.
O stella! Thou art vital air and timber of this devious heart, moving spiral from heart to being.
Come stella come, pour thy heart, a sympathetic lore for this simpatico,
A look is ample enough to reclaim this dying soul,
A look may gain and this will revivify
A morbid self to harborage life,