Neela Nath Das Poems

I

cry
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Beyond the mountainous known region
where mists cover the entire zone,
I'll have a ride with my loneliest soul,
without any map or any destined goal.
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Mercy is the milk of kindness,
Mercy may change a soul.
Mercy preaches one
To endure wrong-doers.
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My fatigued eyes
seek my bed to sleep
to wake up early
the next day.
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He reclines
to take rest.
But, the memories
of his youthful
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He sees me or doesn't,
It matters a little.
Because, my poems are
Reply to his one question- - - - - -
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My eyes are tired,
And my finger can't work.
I take too much load,
From dawn to dark.
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How does one feel if locked
In a bottle?
Breathing problem will start,
And wings will be disabled.
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I love nature and
Its solitariness,
Rather than the clamor
Of the town.
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