Hark Poem by Binod Bastola

Hark! Whence the voice came?
It wasn’t form anywhere,
Hark! Whence i heard the same,
Many times thee the same.
Doth it form the deceived fame?
Or one game of miser tempt?
Hark! See. I can hear!
Everywhere, all the places of the World;
Untouched nowhere,
Not even in the Temple, Church or Mosque;
Where we supposed to go for prayer for peace!
Wherefore?
Building grudges of wall from one section to another;
Gap of the map within humanity,
Raping love and lives in the life’s of us;
For either pelf
Or in the name of prayers!
Hark! Wherefore?
Open the narrow passages of life’s;
It gives us the hive, where can honey our sweet life’s.
Hark!