Aman Basnet Poems

The Flower I Never Plucked

I saw her flowing hair
moving softly with the wind—
...

He was warmth in the freezing cold.
He was like a shade under the scorching sun.

He walked like morning light—
...

The night was dull
until they arrived—
small lanterns breathing
in the grass.
...

Wake up as fragile seed
Violence hums beneath the ground
Even when heaven shines I get hurt
It was suffering to get through dark
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