menash mohan shrestha
menash mohan shrestha Poems
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Down the aisle i met people with
With there tongues laden with words so
Seems like they're vying for their own
To display en masse their own mermaid,
Today poor st. Valentine is so betrayed,
Even the lovers exchange the rose that are home made.
My Quondam Girl
a demon nor an angel.
She is dilapidated mass of muscles
Every night, amassing her parts.
She woke up from her coffin.
As every night she has nightmare
of another autopsy.
With temptation of being an