Neela Nath Das


Neela Nath Das Poems

761. Merry Christmas 10/30/2014
762. Something In You 6/11/2012
763. Anger 3/28/2012
764. A Very Good Morning 1/11/2015
765. I'M Flying Free 6/18/2012
766. Bloom Where They Are Planted 9/10/2012
767. Stop 9/5/2014
768. Only Valentine 2/14/2015
769. My Dream, My Pet 9/7/2013
770. I'Ll Stitch My Heart 3/5/2015
771. Silence 7/6/2014
772. There's No Heaven 10/29/2014
773. Lend Me The Light 7/5/2012
774. Have A Good Day! 11/28/2012
775. No Star I Can See 6/30/2012
776. Never Try To... 7/8/2012
777. Alzheimer 10/17/2013
778. Mother 2/19/2012
779. Long, Long, Long, Long Ago 4/24/2012
780. 100s Of Years 7/14/2012
781. Stupid I 11/28/2012
782. Walk With Me A While 7/12/2012
783. A River Of The Will 5/26/2012

Comments about Neela Nath Das

  • Sri Tatsat (3/17/2012 12:05:00 PM)

    I have always loved poetry. But I have mostly read poems from classical times. Elizabethian. You poems, however, have kind of struck a chord. Please do write more...

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  • Anele The_african_son Potelwa (umbhali_wasembo) (3/14/2012 2:06:00 PM)

    I Have all due respect for your dedication, I have all due respect for the love you have, that you keep on flowing in your work of poetry, the world needs many people of your stature, whose ability is being able to identify, reflect and solve, I enjoy reading your work every minute, and believe you me, I learn everytime

    Kind Regards

    The_African_Son

Best Poem of Neela Nath Das

A River Of The Will

A river of the will,
Plays in my mind.
I call her to come out,
But she stays behind.
She flows and says-
O, let me do the thing,
Which I desire;
I'm now a spring.
Just telling this,
She jumps from myself,
Riding on a cloud,
She flies like an elf.
With a pensive mood,
I sit by the window,
It starts raining outside,
My room gathers shadow.
I think, where's my will?
She isn't in the sky-
A whisper comes in my ear,
I can't believe my eye....
The drops of rain fall there,
Wetting my hot face,
Tell me-'Dear we are here, ...

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The Night Falls

This world sometimes becomes harsh,
So harsh that the bright sunlight dims.
No more days shall I live,
Always it seems.
The backyard which was the
Source of all delight
Now comes to gobble me up.
The day then turns dark.
I call my brother to come back

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