Neela Nath Das


Neela Nath Das Poems

121. My Chestnut Tree 10/3/2013
122. Horizon 11/4/2013
123. Am I Stone? 11/15/2013
124. The Broken Nest Of Robin 11/19/2013
125. Sunprincess Is Back 11/30/2013
126. Going Down 1/12/2014
127. Hush! 1/12/2014
128. One Heart But 2/14/2014
129. Going Back 3/10/2014
130. As Breeze 3/13/2014
131. The Lizard 3/20/2014
132. Only Words 3/20/2014
133. Pain 4/24/2014
134. My Earthen Lamp 6/14/2014
135. Summer 6/16/2014
136. The Revelation 6/22/2014
137. Life 6/22/2014
138. The Sadness 6/25/2014
139. An Inch 6/26/2014
140. Flux 7/5/2014
141. Drunk 7/6/2014
142. There's Something More 7/9/2014
143. Batasia Loop 7/10/2014
144. Today 7/12/2014
145. Never Stoop 7/13/2014
146. Be Happy With Your Deed 7/18/2014
147. No Rain 7/20/2014
148. This Night 7/24/2014
149. Swimming 8/16/2014
150. Two Baldy Ladies 8/23/2014
151. Stars In The Sky 8/24/2014
152. A Piece Of Moss 8/26/2014
153. Gibberish 8/27/2014
154. There Are More Works 8/28/2014
155. No, This Is Not 9/4/2014
156. Imagination 9/15/2014
157. Error 9/16/2014
158. Waiting 9/16/2014
159. But The Leaves Of Grass 9/16/2014
160. Love Is Not 9/17/2014

Comments about Neela Nath Das

  • 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

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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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Mother

Her eyes are blank,
Clothes torn, ragged & patched
Beauty has taken renunciation long past;
She has no rank,
wizened and shrunken face-
Tells no story of glamor.
But she laughs
She smiles
She is a MOTHER! !

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