Binod Bastola Poems

What's the point?

Handful of- -
In this population of crowd,
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Love for my birth land:

My first breath of my life,
My first Sun of my life,
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Know thy own value
no matter what
know thy own worth on this Earth
No matter what
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From my window sill,
In this early morning time of life's first drill,
Ray of lit with quietly bright,
With ease and sooth,
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The moment of cherry berry
The moment of life ferry
Hoop hoop
Hola hola
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Presence of thy purity
Peek in this life
From down to Earth
To the highest birth (birth and death)
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Wind of fire
Round and round of rattles,
Heard from no where-where?
Blood boiled!
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Baris ki boondh ki tera(inspires by rain currently I am enjoying rain in delhi) :

Boondhe barasrahi hai baris ki
Tip tip
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City of Joy an excerpt from my life's journey:
City of joy Calcutta now Kolkata. I love calling Kolkata (it suits the tone of sweet langue Bengali and their accent, people the way they speak/talk my personal view)
In the City of Joy. My first joyful land.
Unknown future; known me,
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Truth of the past;
fate of the last,
How can I change?
Born in the wrong era
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