Pain Poem by Neela Nath Das

Was that the last night
of our life, you bade
me good night?

Protesting against our love,
I floated promises and
lost my right?

Stay back, stay back
my soul wanted to respond
to this call.

But, I had to prepare
for another day
before night-fall.

A great question mark
was painted on the
white screen of canvas.

I simply, wiped it,
to keep straight and green,
the leaves of the grass.

But, a pain I sowed
in the ground of my yard,
which aches me since then.

None could uproot it,
or put balm either,
the same remained the pain.