Neela Nath Das
On Thirtydays Of Separated Love - Poem by Neela Nath Das
Days ago on Shakespeare's birthday
We had our last talk..
Days passed; the shrouded love
Is ticking with the secs of clock.
Repentance for denying the last call
From you to stay back.......
Crawling in my teary sight
Chooses to retreat to old track.
I celebrate lone cocktail
Without a peg of drink...
Chases me back to the talkative tick,
Prancing on my sorrowful brink;
Bursts into thousand beams but,
The fire flies show their lovely light..
Silently make you the guest,
Of my segregated special night;
Sip the tumultuous cup of love,
To widen it to a long stride;
Must take part in life's fest;
Our love is our sky-kissing pride!
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