My Stella _ 4 - She Sleeps In My Heart
My stella 4
by Prabir Gayen
Stella sleeps in my heart
Thou wert in my heart as fragrance inside a bud,
outside I sailed through flower to flower,
Vain man was I to nurture pain profound.
She wast asleep in love's careful shower.
Like a dream -fed Prometheus rambled upon the shore of mind,
Waves upon waves torment didst I bear.
Like Venus in sequestered forest and green bed sucked,
Like indrajit in instant fight in wild cloud yield, o dear.
Pain implicit and innate, occult and esoteric,
Intellect didst protest not the intended solemnity.
Placidity of being and somlonence mesmeric.
I cried inward and tears flowed not mendicity.
My stella slept in my heart and in same ache.
With equal ardour and wakefulness I wast unfree.