menash mohan shrestha

Rookie (1986/12/14 / nepal)

My Ailing Girl - Poem by menash mohan shrestha

Everyday you go through such an ordeal,
For you must suffer before you die.
Every end of the day you die on your bed,
For you can't succumm to struggle.
Now the day has come for you to arise
from your ashes,
For I've asked the trees along my
avenue to welcome you with bouquet
in their hand.
But you lie with your nitemares as ur
watch standstill folding its arms.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 27, 2011


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