Ours Poem by Neela Nath Das
Ours
We play with hours' soul,
and make feel other happy.
Actually, we ride on the horse
of time to reach near another fake point.
Satisfaction is a minitue's sojourn
Thousand drops can't fill
the quench of a thirsty sea.
And ours is the mirage world
with the playing of rays
of light in the oceaneous land.
Wow.....Beautiful flow like ocean. Very true said, we run behind mirages and run to reach fake point. Thoughtful write... Loved it.
As deep as ocean- Actually, we ride on the horse of time to reach near another fake point. superb thank you
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4/19/2024 2:29:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thousand drops can't fill The quench of a thirsty sea But one drop of love Can fill our heart for ever- nice penning