Aurevoir! Aurevoir! Aurevoir! Poem by Mahanish Jung Thapa

Although the Red started on white
Alas! the Red itself sets on flames
The azure background turns to black
Miss Seven feels herself as albino
Arrows cry, live with thousands decibel,
The breeze tear red tears
The tiny droplets becomes Fall,
Falls down, down to be atoll
A atoll, a lagoon with broken promises.
The shawdows of wings only fly
The flinty smell of Velvet roses
Makes ablaze soul alone with agony
Makes ablaze soul alone with agony.
Atishoo! Atishoo! Atishoo!

Buried among lies for aeons,
The paroxysm of ablaze soul gets colour
Though attested for many times
Z's of thou couldn't read A's feelings
Till the day, we both livin......
Till the day, we both livin......
Aurevoir! Aurevoir! Aurevoir!