No More Voyage Poem by Neela Nath Das

No more voyage,
No journey.
I'll sit here,
In the cozy lap
Of my room.
The first ray of the
Sun will drip
In my winter-nibbled
Decaying heart!
I'll knit a scene
Within, day and night.
A hut, the shady coconut
Trees, my quiet yard,
The ever-flowing brook
Underneath--all will
Tell me the story of
Happiness...once upon a time
There was....a lass...

Do not ask me to get out-
Side of my home and hearth.
I'll sit here in the cozy
Lap of my eternal bliss.