The Illusionistic Time Poem by Bigyan Mainali

I am walking on the road,
Where nothing seems right.
I am worshipping the trait,
Which, everything seems fake.
I am provoking the word,
Which finely seems to be wraithlike,
I am living a life,
Which, totally feels breathless,
Ohh! Dear i am tired now,
I can't walk with you,
I think i am stucked,
In the sense of loneliness,
In the fire with thirst,
You go along, the way,
And don't wait for me.
And don't wait for me.

My time has suctioned,
As lie sucks truth
My lane has erased,
As fake erase reality
My whole sense has dead,
As the numbness by hemlock,
All the strength are vanquished
As the death does to life.
Ohh! Dear, thus don't wait for me,
Don't wait for me.

You keep you journey up to eternity,
Lengthen the path as your wish,
You have the strength and right,
You are the king of all king,
You are the rule of all rule,
Everything move with you,
But for me you are illusions,
My dear! Just a illusions,
Thus, don't wait for me.