Neela Nath Das Poems

Even the dropping of a leave
can be heard,
so silent is the place!
A magical rivulet
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Nothing can roar
before my aching soul,
Neither silence nor noise!
I hear clamor tearing
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When the Sun shines brightly
Don't stay in the cricket field.
You are sick, you don't know
People are more sick than you.
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No way is comfortable,
Neither of pain nor of peace.
Too much happiness may worry us,
As unwanted heavenly bliss.
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Had he lived here? My grandpa?
Mother told a colossal building!
But the faded, wornout door no color.
Was that my father’s own house?
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The thread of kite is torn,
No other relation can be borne.
Let it fly high in the air,
Nothing is there to share.
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She is selling shingles,
singly on the sea-shore!
Poverty-stricken, poor,
pauper and penniless.
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The blue doesn't hurt
me, as I know I can't
touch it.
It's full of
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You must have a cozy private side
Where you can take rest and brood
over anything you want.
If a fly comes flying there
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The breeze is blowing
as the blessing of
the god!
The avenue of lush green
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