Soul Burns Poem by Neela Nath Das
Soul Burns
Soul Burns..
I smell the smell,
Of my burning soul.
The anonymous spirit,
Whom I know or not,
Tried to electrocute
Me and my serene soul.
With his blue electricity!
On the beach of the
Ocean of tear, I stroll;
The tricky horizon plays
With me the game of
Hide and seek!
Over there, in misty island
I Won't step in ever.
My burnt soul can't
Even breathe a prayer!
After the burning,
When there will be
Ashes only, then
My dead soul will take
New birth as a phoenix
To sing the song of
Innocence, for ever
And ever......
Clever metaphor and effulgent imagescape highlight this depictive, pictorial work...Well Done ~FjR~
Wow...d feelings deep inside moved me so much.. Its really wonderful execution of ur belief's through poems :) loved it
Soul animation.So many emoticons for soul.Soul burns.Also all that burns lead to soul though not everytime soulmate.Soul is observed to be at a stalemate here.Good luck to the soul.
Wonderful poem Nilakshi, I particularly like the lines my dead soul will take new berth as a Phoenix, deep and meaningful.
How beautiful Nita! I just love your soulful expression and the flow of your words, how you can take us with you on a majestic journey to the depth of our being. I love it! Soul on fire.
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12/11/2025 3:14:07 AM # 1.0.0
Only a poet can smell the smell of his burning soul. The deepest realization of the GITA. Thanks. Tapas, West Bengal, Kolkata