- My Stella - 89 Poem by Prabir Gayen

- -My Stella - 89
A rose for a rose

The rose that I collected
from the bower of life,
from the field of somnambulism of my being,
Will be handed to thee.
My life is a waiting and infinite is its prime.
Relative is the truth of my love,
My mind's agonised flux of footling.
The heart is full of music and lack of expression,
full of nectarbrimming the lawn of the citadel.
Thou art the extension of this life without life,
Long separation on this field is good to weave
a long union in heaven.
The rose will be the recognition.
This witnessing self of mine is empty and pain
that is deciduous is fruitless to sense.
Heaven is tiresome and hell is death,
Our love is beyond that time enumerates.