The World Left Behind Poem by Bigyan Mainali

The scar, I got since my birth
The swollen around the scar burns, as hell
Before the dawn, of my worthless day
I wish to settle my head, in your lap
Where this monstrous mind, calm down
The burden of life, fly away over the cloud
Hovering around the sky, with the bird
I am not sure enough, the day will come or not.
This life I got a burn like a hell, my love! Burns as hell
O' the breathe! I inhale suffers my soul.

I can't stand over this more
The world of vengeance,
The world of outcry
The world of pain, suffering,
O' my love! Come and take my hand
Lift me up and before, I fall into the abyss,
I am being the monster, here.
You are the flower of love, I know
But me in here, the world of agony
Turning into the monster, how could my soul define?
What is right or wrong without you?
Where are you?
Why are you getting late?
The scar burns me more and more,
I could resist it to calm my flaming heart.
But what if you get late and this flame of outcry
Turns me down to ashes, I will be nothing.
O' dear! I beg you, arrive soon to me
Save me from being the monster.

Yes! I am a monster.
The scar makes me the monster.
The scar, I wear, of life.

Stop! Stop!
I am not a monster.
I am human.
Let me live.
Until my love arrives and takes me
To the flight
Over the horizon
Wait! For awhile
My love is coming to me.