My Stella - 3 - Deathless Spirit Poem by Prabir Gayen

My stella. 3
Deathless spirit

I know not what pain, what source of it springs.
What is that nourishing necter pouring on being in. What is the pain trembling within and bottom?
Thy eyes like morning dew, face an epic falls into.
In the cave pounces restless wolf, nay , a meek deer.
Thou came and went as sun falls and moon asleep. A deathless self is dying, on bed for thee. Eternal rest is punishment and love is dead.
Mind's unquenched thirst is on with thy divine view .
In thy cosy bosom the potion and repose.
Thy beauty do I not hold, nor thy smile,
The way thou talk or thy merit or thy pity.
Soul's unflinching support to raise beyond and die.
Thou art my stella, my deathlessness and firm.