Sonnet: To A Tormenting Soul Poem by Neela Nath Das

I hail, the good soul of this earth,
Let the fire less burn in me;
I may not get the home and hearth,
May not rejoice life in glee.
I can't keep love in iron chest,
Forlorn you feel me betrayer;
Your pure love was not seen the best.
My heart can't be the savior;
Love, love the words that tell of heart,
Love the soul that wrapped with tear;
You might not know tormenting part,
That steps back home out of fear!
I've kept one secret box in it,
Your heart and mine together beat!