Muds Poem by niraj dhakal

Path and endless solicitous
Just to get colligate with mud
These mud is so pure
The impurity is always washes by every monsoon rains

Native mud and hostile mud
There is quiet more contrasting
So much compulsion and confrontation
That history has concealed it
But everyone they feels for
Just because we can find
Variation of sun impute
In Haiti and Switzerland

Mud, my antecedent
I don't have to conceptualize
How they looks, attribute
And mud is mud