Neela Nath Das Poems

Had cell phone been,
In Shakespeare's age;
Would there have been,
Deaths in tragedy's page?
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Soul Burns..
I smell the smell,
Of my burning soul.
The anonymous spirit,
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I was walking lone there,
Where we once had been.
I sought the house we lived in,
In the lush lush green.
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I can't get
every word,
you write with my blood.
It flies above my head.
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The mutilated body and
The smell of blood can
Give you pleasure,
As you are taught, so
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My days go with haste.
Like the wind, time
sweeps my hours.
My fatigued legs,
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Am I running from me,
Or, someone I don't want to see?
When, I was far, I wanted to be near.
But, coming near, I discovered a fear,
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Night makes us
what we are not...
Night excites our
junk thought.
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The hill can not be seen
And the trees are shivering
For the North Wind blows hard
Thru their leaves.
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