Just Poem by Neela Nath Das
Just
Just, just I felt
I ain't alone
in this friendless
world of agony
and pain.
What's the need
to touch with
hands?
I get the very
touch with my
fevered brain.
It's ill since long
and was not curable
as the story went such!
But, now I am happy
hence I end my search.
you are here
with me in long march!
ain't alone in this friendless world of agony and pain. dear poet we are with you and love
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4/18/2024 5:03:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
... a very nice poem... full of emotions