A year bygone with many bitter favours;
A year after that roses,
Now today at this moment when I sat
And see those chilling breezes- -
I have one story in my life to narrate.
Fortune favor the brave,
And I was brave enough to come out from that rave!
A year after bygone;
Today I see no more tumultuous echoes in my life- -
Many changes which are waiting for me;
Many already changed in me!
A year after i am ready to see;
All my beloved ones,
A year aftermath of me,
I am going to free!
©Binod bastola
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