Neela Nath Das Poems

Thirty
Days ago on Shakespeare's birthday
We had our last talk..
Thus,
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Eight years before walked
On the sun's chest; Earth's
Twin, the Morning Star.
And then you went back
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Pensiveness touches me,
When the last ray of the
Sun, flutters its wings,
to fly away from this,
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O sky, my blue sky-
O earth my green earth!
The new light has
Filled me with mirth!
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When this world be without wrong
Human voice will sing a song.
peaceful place for us and all,
excluding words- rise and fall.
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How could a country flourish,
where land is ignored?
How could a nation go ahead,
where women are insulted?
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Nature, makes fly,
Little butterfly,
on the flower,
in morning hour.
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It's raining in my heart,
It's raining in my blood.
The crowd of cloud is taking
Away my gloomy doubts shaking
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The shadow of the
dark alleys of a mind,
the gibberish of a
creature of queer denizen
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Who is more beautiful
we or our mind?
Should we tell the truth openly
or bite one from behind?
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