Neela Nath Das

Bleeding Me - Poem by Neela Nath Das

Turn my pages....
you will see
the words bathing
under the shower
of strife and pain,
are motionless,
neither move, nor walk.
Bleeding me
can not sing anymore!
How can a defeated
soul rise above
and soar?
Smile and smile more.
As if the photographer
on the sea-shore
encourages to
put more smile
on my sodden lips,
so that the snap-shot
turns up good
to befit the mirth around.
I was a revolutionary,
protested against
the oddities of life.
Now, I have opened
my fist and bleed!
In agony my cells
want to burst.
but, all melts
in vain-vanity.
This is the age of Vulture!
The Scavengers are
looking down, down
to keep watch on
the moment of vacuum.
Ah! none can win over
the swift, adamant
cunning creatures!
The representatives
of the decadence,
inevitable and of course

Poet's Notes about The Poem

They will proclaim,
every soul suffers.
we come to suffer.

Comments about Bleeding Me by Neela Nath Das

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (10/2/2013 7:17:00 AM)

    Ah! none can win over
    the swift, adamant
    cunning creatures!
    Reality surrounding life is depicted in the lines. It needs a tremendous effort overcome the negative forces. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (10/2/2013 12:31:00 AM)

    I am bleeding you are bleeding even those hurts they themselves bleeding (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 2, 2013

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