Neela Nath Das
Friend 2 - Poem by Neela Nath Das
Your friendship soaked me
As the first shower of Indian
Summer cools all heats.
But, I can't see you ever,
In your proper apron
That really fits.
Your soft wind is blowing
Along my weary heart.
No greed is there, no lust,
I miss the reality, genuineness,
And seek the missing part,
Which is tinged with only trust.
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