Hastened Rook Poem by RUP POKHAREL

What have you got to pour?
What next to fore-tell?
What might have been….
At miles beyond?
Oh, hastened rook!
On the top of my roof
Ensure me.
Never dropp me.
Never speed up my heart,
Pour, ….. pour all.
Pour no more ado on me,
Enough you have fetched
All along my past.

A sage had told;
You too bring good,
Thus, planting hopes.
You too take good,
Uprooting the sprouts.
You too harvest woes,
Leaving sobbing ponds on rags.
At my nadir,
With all raised arms,
I beg.
Pour that all omen
Let me reach miles beyond.
Help me share,
All my concealed emotions.
Wait ay! !
Why … why flown?
Convey my text
Though your wings are in motion
That I still breathe
To those in queue
Far beyond…….