Don Subba
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Does she not see the tears in my eyes?
The pain in my face,
The hurt in my cries.
Does she not notice my head held down?
...
Screaming in the darkness,
I know that you hear me.
Trying to hold my voice inside,
When you could just set me free.
...
Fire, a fire burns in my mind.
Don't leave, my life, don't leave.
Brightness of eyes, my star of night,
don't take your light.
...
My eyes are shut
My lips are sealed
Your arrogance is a kill
My eyes are shut
...
Do you believe other's views?
Do you believe what's on the news?
Do you believe what you were taught in school?
Do you believe the words of a fool?
...
I am Don, the quiet storm,
The hand that steadies, the voice that warms
With hidden ice.
I do not shout,
...
A rose by any other name
Would still as red as the blood in our veins
A pawn in any other game
Still may be sacrificed, all in vain
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You kill People so real
With your steel
You think you are a deal
But you are a fool
...
Nothing interests me in this world,
neither life nor betrayal.
Nothing pleases me nor my soul,
neither rise nor fall.
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The lies that I've told
Good deeds not done
The mercies not shone
Under a dead sun
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Eyes like yours, baby
it is like heaven on earth
no more misery
I am lost for words
...
He met her just the other day
When the sky was all but gray
He'd been learning how to hide
Every crack he kept inside
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Broken hearts and broken dreams always seem to go together—
you set your standards way too high, then find you cannot weather.
At the time you felt that you could climb the highest peak,
take on any task; you thought it all would come so easy,
...
Maybe tomorrow
The sun might never shine, and this might spell the end, to all mankind.
Maybe tomorrow
A baby might be born, who will lead the world, though any future coming storm.
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My heart is burning with love
All can see this flame
My heart is pulsing with passion
Like waves on an ocean
...
Because of you, my sweetheart
My eyes saw life again
Because of you, my angel
The love found me again
...
It breaks your heart to love someone,
And know it cannot be.
Even though her heart you've won,
And in your soul, you hold the key.
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He is a liar, He is a liar,
He is a big liar, He is a big big liar...
pretending to be happy,
like everything is as he desired,
...
Hollow promises on your tongue
Sweet words rot before they're sung
Double speak in a polished suit
Smile so sharp, but the roots are loose
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I know that I will never be free,
As I gaze into destiny's eyes.
Black pits of melancholy
Reflect the truth behind my lies.
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Don Subba Biography
Don Subba is a Nepali poet and writer whose work gives voice to the quiet emotions that shape the human experience. Drawing inspiration from love, loss, nature, memory, and resilience, he crafts poems that are intimate, reflective, and timeless. With a style that balances simplicity and depth, his writing invites readers to pause, feel, and find meaning in both life's joys and its sorrows. Through his poetry, Don Subba hopes to create lasting connections that transcend borders and speak to the heart.)
The Best Poem Of Don Subba
It Beats Her Name
Does she not see the tears in my eyes?
The pain in my face,
The hurt in my cries.
Does she not notice my head held down?
The shame of it all,
All this sadness I drown.
Does she not feel
The weight I wear?
The quiet ache
Still living there.
My hands reach out,
But she walks by.
And every little wound
Keeps asking why.
Just listen... slowly.
Slowly, it beats her name.
Slowly, it beats her name
In my chest like rain.
Just listen... slowly.
Slowly, it beats her name.
And I fall apart,
Every time she stays the same.
Does she not feel the warmth of my smile?
The deep touch of my love,
The poison in its vial.
Can she even hear
The beat inside my heart?
Just listen... slowly.
Slowly, it beats her name.
I tried to hide it,
I tried to pray.
But every part of me
Gives me away.
If love is blind,
Then why can't she see
All of my breaking,
And the love inside me?
Just listen... slowly.
Slowly, it beats her name.
Slowly, it beats her name
In my chest like rain.
Just listen... slowly.
Slowly, it beats her name.
And I fall apart,
Every time she stays the same.
If I go quiet,
Will she hear it then?
This tired old heart
Will call again.
No grand confession,
No perfect line.
Just the same sad pulse,
Still out of time.
Just listen... slowly.
Slowly, it beats her name.
Slowly, it beats her name
In my chest like rain.
Just listen... slowly.
Slowly, it beats her name.
And I fall apart,
But I still love her the same.
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