Parts Poem by Binod Bastola
Parts
(I)
Counting pebbles ran by river
On the shore of sour, drought and dried ride
Ferry abandoned dead logs lay, nowhere near the destination of my day
(ii)
Oh Duffer me!
How i heard that flow of creek
Oh Duffer me!
Shill i not be deaf of that herd
Which makes me dumb form my thoughts?
(III)
What makes is not made by any
What you are is not made by many
What you are is you not any!
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