Neela Nath


Life Tells - Poem by Neela Nath

Life tells
me to go
and to arrange
a bouquet
of sorrow,
I make.
You hold
my hand
with care
but I slip,
the sun rises,
but darkness
does drip.
Your love
grows
in my
secret chamber,
you are mine,
still, emptiness
fills my bed.
I laugh,
but in void
tear in lieu
of smile
is silently
paid...


Comments about Life Tells by Neela Nath

  • Veteran Poet - 1,276 Points Shahzia Batool (5/11/2013 10:26:00 PM)

    A distraught state we encounter sometimes, the tables turn, and all we get is wat is opposite to our deeds and needs...this is what i get from here! ! ! nice depiction of the state of life! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (5/11/2013 10:56:00 AM)

    very nice poem thank u (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,284 Points Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (5/11/2013 1:17:00 AM)

    The sun rises, but darkness does drip.
    Tells all for even in the light of day sorrow (darkness) exists.
    Heart held love /empty bed
    Tears instead of smiles
    Life does tell of a cruel story (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013


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