To the melting snow
The winter asked
Do you no more have the desire to walk with me?
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I can’t say if my grandma was possessive
The way my mother was
I can’t even imagine if my grandpa was possessive
The way my father was
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That day
In my eyes
There were innumerable dreams
It seemed
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That sinful Saturday
A play of the nature
But couldn’t become pleasant
To the humans.
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Go, Go far away towards the sky where you get free
You have the prerogative of your own life
I shall not stop the breeze flowing from my door
Though we might later calculate the price of the tears shed.
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It snowed
And she appeared like the snow
She appears like the speed of a storm
I do not know when she arrived
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I Want to Plant a Seed of Poesy
By Purushottam Dhakal
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-By Purushottam Dhakal
The day would start
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