My Stell 55 Poem by Prabir Gayen

My Stella -55
(Stay with me)

Don't go dear from thy love
Pending this skint.
The heart is empty and mind is filled with
Woe.
The moon is not on her throne, stars art not tint.
The evening is not ripen, the birds art not adieu.
The busy wind is not quiet, the mind is still airy.

Thou hast come so late, the sun hast last set.
Let thy flame flow on this deflating, faint frame.
Merciless is the time that takes all forms to rest.
Approve the nectar of life to thy this swain.

The heart will not feel full,
it is ever empty.
The pain never cease to any field,
it is truth.
Thy love is my source that I reborn zesty.
Thy shyness my dear wilt make my soul obtuse.

Though the air is contra to our true love.
We will die to mock this world to transit above.