Neela Nath Das

Evening - Poem by Neela Nath Das

Evening is a stage
will come to every one.
Time burns our vigor,
our zeal, endeavor,
and our spell
goes away from
the eyes of the
budding flowers.
Who listens to
the past, the history
of their glorious past?
In a semi-dark room
we will listen
the clamor of the
fest around.
The fire-glow
will fly in the bushes
and the blurred sky....
Only, they are, there
in their past place,
but the rest world
will get segregated
from the zone of old ones....
The darkness, the crickets
and the willow-the-wasp
from the far-off marshy land,
will make us remember,
we had also the crown
of victorious young age!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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