Unsatiated Triumph Poem by RUP POKHAREL

I may be in a trench
When you hear of me,
Probably;
With half- filled belly,
And unquenched thirst
Framing a lawn for you all like
To rescind you out of muzzy days.

I may be staggering
When you know of me
Perhaps;
With swollen heels
And maltreated pus-filled cracks
Soothing apostles to live in ease
Lending with charm the gun relic from league.

I may be breathing my last
When you see me at,
Possibly;
Lying peacefully
With ensign of league over my torso,
For the last seeing the mud,
For the first where I had
Opened my twin eyes.