Comments about Prabesh Dhakal
I was sitting before you that day
With the three helpless words to say
Three beautiful words of language of heart
The wonderful expression of two souls’ art! !
You gave me an answer, I remember, an ornate one
To make me realize how cordial spirits were all long gone
Your euphemistic prattle and how your face puckered
Oh! How I remember I was disconcerted and was left hurt
Mistake was mine, but at least, not a sin
Who had thought a selfish lie had actually been
The fortification of departure between you and me
And had already made me your anonymous ...