Ruminating Poem by Neela Nath Das

Love has a special effect as hatred.
It flows and goes to never stop
You know or do not little matters.
When sorrow picks up every bliss,
When life hangs from a dangerous cliff,
To stay or not for the torments
Of personal grief,
An important question arises.
Then also the past it does miss
Making a river of melting grief.
Which sea of lament it wants to meet,
Even mind doesn't know.
Ruminating the past sorrow,
The loss of blood, it cries
In a moment of humble sorriness.
Grief pays for grief,
The Bliss stoops in vain.