I want only this, friends come near:

To be invited to a loving armchair

Into which i sink and disappear.

Cushioned in softness, i only hear

Tinkling whispers of praise and cheer,

Sweet music to my ears and mind.

In such a party i will surely find

One who is my own golden deer,

My prize, my muse, my sage, my seer.



© Sanjib Basu