Neela Nath


Hung In Air


Soul is hung in air.
You are not flying but
floating like kite.
Below people are
engaged in bad blood
and fight.
You are a jester,
trying to make
other giggle,
himself in tear....
your soul is
floating...
You are hung in air!

Submitted: Sunday, May 05, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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  • Hans Vr (5/9/2013 3:58:00 AM)

    Yes, nice, this is a very good image for our abstract soul. Our soul is good and if we just manage to listen to it more frequently the world will be so different.
    Excellent poem. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (5/5/2013 10:52:00 PM)

    O humanity whither ye lost, Hari has seen you hanging....A bloody cloud that rains as tear and blood.//well penned Hari (Report) Reply

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