Bijay Poudel Poems

There is a hormone that can make you happy,
and a next one that can turn you sad.
These potions running open in my veins,
framing my destiny to be good or bad.
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May be it's nice to know,
What lies outside the classroom's show?
The Times of India's unchecked news,
The canteenkeeper's maggi stews,
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A hitherto unrevealed thing,
relative to which,
your doings are judged,
the deviations of your deeds from the, yet nebulous, so called, truth are measured, quantified and then given the deserving response.
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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,
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YOUR SILENCE...
Your silence, my love,
Has now ensued a battle,
To make itself heard,
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Where,
Where cripples can dance, dumbos can sing,
The son of a peasant can be the king,
Where rabbits can wait for snails that crawl,
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I’ve seen a brilliant lamp,
Beyond the walls of this enclosed room,
Beyond the darkest and darkest of nights,
Beyond the torments of its gloom.
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In those nine scores of months,
When I was inside your vault,
I had composed a poem for you,
Memorized by heart.
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These two anatomical lumps,
One thinks, dreads and drives,
The next one pumps,
Pumps red fluid all over,
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I
I am a cynic, I am fun
I am a rose with stock of a gun,
I am a saint, I am the king,
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