Injured Heart Poem by Hem Raj Bastola

On my palm, as I keep to rest my chin
Injured heart among the city din,
Healthy spirit to live it search
Days are so dark, for there is no torch.
Sand I am baked, in the desert brown,
Unfamiliar is the place, insipid is the town.

Absence of its candid human clay
In the strange city, I am alone today.

Modern life is in such a mess,
It is too fake that we wear is a human dress.
Did we think, neighbor next door, is unknown
Such has been the condition grown.
Where growing mind in love with matter
Did we not our spiritual connection shatter?

Absence of its candid human clay
In the strange city, I am alone today.

Easy life, where the world is advance
For the peace of mind give not any chance
Oh! Breeding strangers, what land it is?