Neela Nath Das Poems

The herb in a desert he saw,
amidst the whirling of sand,
whirling and whirling,
making an upward tunnel it went.
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Concluding the chapter
of happiness, if I'm asked
to reply the question- - - - -
Am I happy?
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My storm,
none like you
I find on the
way I tread so long!
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I don't write poem,
but poem makes me
write it!
The surfing emotion
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I was not a poet
and couldn't open
the wings of imagination.
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I went to sea many times..
watched the waves, the
virgin islands, I loved
to walk on the sand,
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Nothingness is gripping my soul.
From the heart of my hearts I feel
something was, encircling me like
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Just told you not to drop it,
o the merchant of Madrid!
My heart is made of glass,
it's fragile, care it did need.
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O life played so tricks with me,
holding my hands near to bliss
pushed me to the abyss of despair.
All the accounts of you, I threw
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