Is This Called...? Poem by Neela Nath Das
Is This Called...?
Is this called love,
That wants to share lust?
Is this called that,
A request comes fast?
The world that awaits,
To leave the nurtured world,
To hear the mellifluous chord,
Now is miserably hurled!
You may call me fool,
May consider rubbish thing.
But without touching me,
Can you play my string?
I can, I can, I smell you,
Can see you from too far.
Can feel you in absence,
Distance is no bar.
I never get any fatal scar,
In my heart, from you.
Your silence burst into tear,
But the drops fall as dew!
A request comes fast? The world that awaits, To leave the nurtured world, To hear the mellifluous chord, Now is miserably hurled! You may call me fool, so modern and omnipresent a simple and straight facet presented shiny and polished as a gem loved it :)
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4/16/2024 6:45:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An ideal work to express the love between far off hearts.how sweet it is.regards poet seagull.