Wicked Man
Dawn breaks, forming a wicked star down there,Imprisoned with evil that does not care.Above the horizon, he wants his throne,In his demeanor, Satan's desires shone.
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The Art Of Poetry shall reign!
Story of a blind man
The frailty to view the allure of earth,never witnessed light, since the very birth.A life as obscure and gloomy as night,Only facing coercion and never mirth.
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Rain
I am mesmerized by you, splendid rain,Your beauty, it banishes everybody's pain.Witnessing the rhythmic dance of peacocks,Its absolute excellence keeps me sane.
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Mother's call
Beyond this crumbling wall,accompanied with thoughts of home. To protect my country Nepal, I battle this destructive war.
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Dream of flying
Those scant feathers, longing to launch,Into the transcendent sky.Pondering how it would feel,Demolishing his crude seal.
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Soldier
I am detecting my way home,Via this gloomy alley,Amidst sunset so picturesque,That my heart's overflowed with glee.
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The questions of a poet
With a pen and copy, I ponderHow dost thou solve thine blunder?Is thy universe just an empty shell?Nothing, but a meaningless hell?
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