In My Silent Moments Poem by Neela Nath Das

The flux of time has taken away
My days which I want to mend.
The golden ring ridiculously throws
A question in my silent moments- - -
Was I so important that you didn't give
Your brother the thing like me he wanted?
The ring of desperate tear falls
And I don't find any answer to his question.
He might have lost it, or he might have lost himself.
Was I wrong or right?
His quiet smile pinches my heart.
'Come and take every precious thing
But don't go away in the valley of oblivion.'
I try to tell but my throat dries
And another cause of sadness blocks my way to happiness.
I stand still there,
To hear his voice and to see his calm eyes with life.