Armchair Poet
I want only this, friends, come near:
Be invited to a deep, loving armchair
Into which i sink and quite disappear.
Cushioned in softness, i only hear
Tinkling whispers of praise and cheer,
Sweet music to my ears and mind.
In such a happy party i will surely find
One who is my own, my golden deer,
My prize, my muse, my sage, my seer.
Sanjib Basu 