Binod Bastola Poems

Fear of my flies
Is not fear ness of cries
Tears of mine
Is not tune to dies
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Delightful night, under the lit
Scents and perfumes of nature's
Sense by life,
Sounds of night insects,
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Rain in my roof
tin roof
Sounds of tip tip
grasses on the ground
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A game of joker
with many pokers
Who is the real joker?
That's undoubtedly real toil to find
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Love after apart
All the pretty parts what we had
Memories of those moments
What we had
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words are dried, emotions motionless
Effluent of life stagnant somewhere in life
Luke, response to memories
Lost in my life- -rhetoric,
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Many things in life
I can't change in life
Many heals of life
Can't' fills by self
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To thee
And to me
To be...
Love and life
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He who let me revived from all the riots of life:
It was he who did.
Down or up,
Sip of that cup;
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Lost in vastness of own vicinity of fathom of life:
Search of Universe in that lostness of own
Deep down nowhere I found noting;
Many where there on my path of life,
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