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 ...
What Is It To Be Poor?
I have often wondered,
what is it to be a poor?
An empty vault, a broken heart,
or my complacent self to remain at the shore?
Is it the lack of what I could've got?
Or is it the consequent melancholy that follows life?
Or is it to see some other folks, rich?
Or my desire less glory that bestows life?