Neela Nath Das Poems

Does poetry float in your mind,
As lotus does in the pond?
Do you sleep with poems or poems throng
When you sleep and go deep,
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From the mundane experience
Of this monotonous stale life,
You all take us to a fanciful
World of love, affection, anger.
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Before coming to the screen,
I don't know what to write
Or, at all it'll spring
Out from the experience
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It was a faded moonlit-night.
The wood near was very dark,
as it was too thick, dense so,
You won't see if anyone does lurk.
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When I first met you my life,
you were adorned with word.
Nothing mucky could you touch.
Your road was I thought, homeward.
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I'm not so tender that
you can make me cry.
But, my softest feeling
can't ever be dry.
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An almost solitary station,
two or three stray dogs
coil to get sudden peeping
ray of the sun.
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You alleged, my poems aren't
my wings' pure off-springs.
My imagination is numb,
my thought dull thing brings.
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For long you don't step
In this world of imagination.
It seems you are vanished,
In the milky way of space.
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There was stillness in your gaze.
You wanted to tell something...
About the hill, the pine trees
Or the waterfalls prancing towards
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