The next poet kind enough to take part in our Introduction Series is Soham Das.
The poem below is but taste of what you will find at The Soul and The Witness. Please drop by there and dive deeper into this poet's lovely and lyrical work.
I am not a story writer…
I am a chronicler of human deeds…
Got no soul to burn,
nor any minds to feed
I see pain as you should see them,
but marred is your heart
with cheap bourgeoisie shame.
Told you, I am not a writer,
just a chronicler of human deeds.
Got no love,got no family
neither, friends did I ever need.
Have seen this world a lot many times,
heard its mirthful songs and its chimes
Have seen life's ironies in its glory,
have seen men die a death many times gory.
Still remember,the frail woman crying for her only sonny
Didnt forget either, men spilling red blood money
I am not a story writer,just a chronicler of human deeds.
I have got no soul to burn,nor any minds to feed.
This work by Soham Das is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
Meet this new member of PWB,Soham Das-
An Indian, hailing from East India, writes poems with strong hues of philosophical, emotional and life struggle aspects in his works. A VLSI engineer by profession, has interests in poetry, story writing, photography, electronics and culture. His work revolves in and around the daily lives of people in India and most particularly about his native state.