Neela Nath Das

Whirling And Whirling - Poem by Neela Nath Das

The herb in a desert he saw,
amidst the whirling of sand,
whirling and whirling,
making an upward tunnel it went.
Dying in thirst,
the herb watery but
venomous he knew.
Licking lips,
yet, can't chew.

Comments about Whirling And Whirling by Neela Nath Das

  • Heather Wilkins (7/3/2013 6:59:00 AM)

    without water is deadly. In the desert is a painful experience (Report) Reply

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  • Yasmin Khan (6/28/2013 10:43:00 AM)

    full of poisonous life, it can be a metaphor for a human too. (Report) Reply

  • (5/22/2013 10:52:00 AM)

    You have pictured a situation and a philosophy that often one comes across but is stuck! EXcellent! (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (5/18/2013 12:24:00 PM)

    I was in a dedeft once. It rained! A lovely poem Hari. (Report) Reply

  • (5/16/2013 10:57:00 AM)

    Poor one, I pray for him the miracle of Jesus. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (5/16/2013 10:12:00 AM)

    TO DIE IN EASE can't chew but licked in hard time the option we chose very nice (Report) Reply

  • Babatunde Aremu (5/16/2013 7:36:00 AM)

    Life in the desert is tortous. Well written. I like it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 16, 2013

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