Under The Canopy Poem by Neela Nath Das

There won't be any change,
If I'm insulted except in
My mind, there will be the
Riot of fighting emotions.
You jab on my bark with
Your pen-knife, I bleed,
But easily I make up
My mind for tomorrow.
Nobody, knows the truth
Of one's own, so who am I
to claim to know of
Your whole, when I couldn't
Catch the single beat
Of your precious heart?
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At night, I throw the dusts,
Into the bean of darkness,
Forgetting nuisances I met,
And breathe my prayer,
Under the canopy of the sky.
For you also, I pray!