Bijay Poudel Poems
|1.||Ballot Box-My Love||11/21/2013|
|8.||A Kiss In The Cold||4/4/2014|
|9.||New Year's Resolution||4/5/2014|
|10.||What Is It To Be Poor?||3/9/2013|
|11.||Heart And Mind||5/26/2014|
|13.||A Poem For My Mamma||4/28/2014|
|17.||Inside An Exam Hall||5/31/2014|
There is a hormone that can make you happy,
and a next one that can turn you sad.
These potions running open in my veins,
framing my destiny to be good or bad.
For every of my emotions,
a specific hormone can be deduced.
A hormone that can baffle me,
a hormone that has left me amused.
These hormones with their reactions and transactions,
Creating a sort of chemical game.
And my philosophical pursuit might be a mere chemistry,
among these hydrocarbons that I can never escape.
Today some hormones that have over spilled,
has left me to pathetically ...
May be it's nice to know,
What lies outside the classroom's show?
The Times of India's unchecked news,
The canteenkeeper's maggi stews,
The time and again of convincing the mind,
that its cool to escape lectures of this kind,
where the habble babble are beyond your reach,
where what you learn differs from what they teach.
And the sad librarian's funny rage,