आकार एउतै तर फरक फरक स्वादका केहि चिनी कम त केहि रंग कडा बिग्रिएको दिन धमेलिएको मन कहाँ समाल्न सक्ला केवल एक कप चिया बिचरा न बिगार्न जान्छ एसले न मिलाउन माहिर यो तर पनि कुरा होस् पहिलो भेटको या होस् अन्तिम, छुट्टीदाको साथ् नै चाहिन्छ एक चुस्की चियाको
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Just Thirteen
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A girl full of life Just thirteen, Didn't even know, life is uncertain Neither lust nor any thirst, she knew about But she was destiny's favorite child Death is there to hold everyone Deaf or stone heart surely a ravisher, she encountered once Then she was unable to bounce Her wishes to fly as a beautiful butterfly Helpless were her wailing and tears in the eye Ended identifying what was that? Her lust-less leg couldn't combat Before she breathed her final breath Did she demand death? Death is not deaf, and destroyer but softer than those hands of ravisher, I believe She was taken swiftly before ravisher set her free finishing what it wanted to achieve. (Dedicated to the victim who was raped and killed: Nirmala Panta) ( Picture Source: Freedom online) 27 July 2018
Shine Well Even in Hell
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Night is getting darker But everything is getting clearer As my understanding is getting better I feel I am lighter than the air I feel as a balloon filled with hydrogen I am carrying amazing emotion Driving or flying certainly not denying Fact is all that I am following As the brightest sun has to get red I have my many roles to play Happy I was because of lie Sad I am because truth is not in my side Truth snatched my happiness away But that's completely okay At the disappointment life becomes as a hell But only among the ruins one can shine well.
No More Fear to Fall
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My wings start to fall When I denied to roll as a stone- aimlessly Tears have no more fear They don't wait any more For anyone's consent It doesn't deny to roll No prayers can hold Like a player I have mine own role To play To predict To fall as a prey At times no pray can save your day Helplessly things will be demolished Carelessly things will be hold Things will get back to be bold From the scar of the journey Thing, mere thing Yet has to bring Lost glory, snatched story -everything.