Bijay Poudel

Rookie - 1 Points (10th june,1991 / Khotang, Nepal)

Vodka - Poem by Bijay Poudel

Amid the eternity of emptiness,
I had soared up much more than i could have endured.
And when the fated mirror had to reveal my face,
I felt the melancholy, the fear that had lured,
My angels to escape, my demons now unveiled,
My hopes to disappear, my efforts now failed.
Now that my peace has clashed with my own ghost,
Shouldn't I pour my vodka and raise this toast...
Shouldn't I pour my vodka and raise this toast.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Sometimes good vodka makes us write shits.

Comments about Vodka by Bijay Poudel

  • Gold Star - 31,479 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/27/2013 10:30:00 AM)

    eternity of emptiness. good one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013


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