Basanta Dhungana


Thunderbolts - Poem by Basanta Dhungana

What it feels as if
Dark clouds creeping underneath
All those sounds haunting
The silence inside my mind
Whenever
Whenever
There's thunder in the air
Like the mountains my feelings
Yet stoned begins to melt
Flow from every slopes it meet
Down the hills, Across the plains
Runs forth an endless stream
Whenever
Whenever
There's thunder in the air
Like those trees my feelings
Yet held high and try to resist
Loose own leaves and stand still
Once been a greenery
And now a bare tree
Whenever
Whenever
There's a thunder in the air
Things seems black and white
Fragmented and Vandalized
What's for having a colour
What's for being colourful
Someday it'll end up simply
Indeed you'll say it null and dull
Whenever
Whenever
There's a thunder in the air
I can't enjoy rainbow with my open eyes
Indeed this world is black and white

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 12, 2011


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