My Stella- No -44 Poem by Prabir Gayen

My stella 44
Thy lap is my rest

In the forest of life a selfless empty shell,
An arbor of dandelion,
A corny storm that whizzes within clump,
A shower that bears no upshot.
I am a mind crimped and careless.

The morning sloppy and poahy with vapour smothered with dewy delphinium.
The noon full of saliva oozes from collyrium
Of loose cloud,
The evening is dull and dejected, Cimmerian and bestowal of leak water.
The night is wonky and pendulous for thunder peal.
No light no gleam or beam or off and on flashing and lightning.
It is all raining,
My life is a raining rainforest with no hope to
Inhere.

Thou art and alone thou, my silver-lining,
The warmth of heart and radiating luminosity,
The joy of life and hope in pain, and in thy lap
My everlasting sleep.