Neela Nath Das

Lying Under A Leafless Tree.... - Poem by Neela Nath Das

Lying under a leafless tree,
I hear the song of sorrow.
And wait for a better and
Happier good morrow!
I get the smell of the burning heart,
I feel getting away far, and far…
Where there is no, painful tune,
Will be chasing me ever!
You know, how blessed am I with,
My joyful home and hearth!
Still, I lack the world for all,
And a peaceful good earth….
The fallen leaves has made a wall,
Upon me, I can not count,
How many they are in number
I lie there on leaves' mount.
Who plays his finger upon my violin?
I do not even know….
The grief is shedding,
Tear on me, I'm weeping so!

Comments about Lying Under A Leafless Tree.... by Neela Nath Das

  • Rookie - 133 Points Allemagne Roßmann (9/28/2012 11:04:00 AM)

    Nothing better than a violin perhaps has understood sorrow better.Sorrows structure in reality could well be the violin and its speech the music it emblems.A good one.Pulsating and vibrating. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 29, 2012

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