My Stella -7 - My Bower
- - To my stella 7- -
by Prabir Gayen
Stella - my repose
Life! thou art vagrant dweller,
walkest the path ploughing seeds behind,
From cradle to cosmos the verity of books, the mighty harmony and harmonious bonds.
Thou Kindle dust for the March of divine to dawn,
falling stream, gay clad mountain, and inundated land doth sing and worship thy sojourn,
from breast to grave safely thou led by mighty hands,
unseen unknown Love breathes with full breadth and shows the way of thy cozy compassion,
moment by moment thou art cared, breath by breath thou art nurtured,
The sun soaked flower, rain drained tower, from plain to plentiful valley glades thou reign,
life! thou art a vagrant lover, a pilfering angel swindling the heart of every wench, sick of love,
Thou art bestowal of divine grace and a mystry unsolved.
I will not go over the valley or meadow behind and look into the deep lacuna,
I will not sleep on grass green, and look above for moonlit night to soothe my hungry eyes and find a new way through wilderness,
I will not bid good bye and utter nonsense sanity and sagacity and sing a doleful musical note,
I will retire to my domicile, to my stella,
To her faithful breast do I set my head and live more in privateness of soul.