My Anonymous Valentine
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Neela Nath Das
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The far-off wind
won't let me sit.
I feel the storm
with my heart-beat.
Some leave their home,
some encourage me.
What is truth,
I can't even see.
I close window,
and shut the door,
but can't stay now,
here anymore.
The pain, the ache,
the scar, once made,
give me wound
leaving me dead.
The silence indoor
shout herein,
is piercing me like
a sharp pin.
I confess, you
have won my mind.
You anonymous,
don't stay behind!
Bu şiiri puanla
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