Neela Nath


Life Tells


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...

Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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  • 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

  • Thomas A 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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