menash mohan shrestha
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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 Ailing Girl
Everyday you go through such an ordeal,
For you must suffer before you die.
Every end of the day you die on your bed,
For you can't succumm to struggle.
Now the day has come for you to arise
from your ashes,
For I've asked the trees along my
avenue to welcome you with bouquet
in their hand.