RUP POKHAREL Poems

Hungry was the street
Lying before me
Thirsty was the soul
Helping guiding me.
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I am from a rich land
I am rich. Have no reach either-
Man from blessed land. I feel myself great.
Nature has her treasury stored,
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In an early dawn
Of late autumn
Through ajar window
Of a semi-urban house
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Hope of course in grain
Was there in my sanguine brain
To shape and have a true tie
And define life before I die.
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Find me in your brain
You have me there in
Together for years we’d dined
Shared despair and bliss
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Same smiling face of his
Same eyes falling on me
Of twenty years gone days
Panorama displayed before me.
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The moment dew gathered on hills,
Moon glittered with borrowed shine,
Pouring silver on penurious roofs-
Deceiving owls and bats over moths and fruits.
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At mid-noon today
Keeping the sun at its bay
Docile cloud roared and warned;
Where on earth were the grains warmed,
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All you have are in stock-still state
I can see you ma breathlessly lying flat
All bygone flashes are limited in mind
Now thy twin round black ball does not see me
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On one occasion I was asked;
Bullet or ballot..?
Hitler or Gandhi..?
Nagasaki or Kapilvastu..?
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