Itself Poem by Binod Bastola
Itself
words are dried, emotions motionless
Effluent of life stagnant somewhere in life
Luke, response to memories
Lost in my life- -rhetoric,
Sound of time asked me not to stop.
Pragmatic voices pregnant in my life,
Universal rules, course of nature's
How it changed?
Canopy of air
Breathless I am
Air itself who gives life
Taking life- -every time i inhale
Feel the suffocation of it!
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4/19/2024 5:40:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
pragmatic voices, I like it, thanks.