A Day Without Me Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

A day without Me
No matter how inferior is me
A man can't survive
Without a sense of me.
A painful day that I lived
Without breath and beats
It is beyond your perception.
Atmosphere without breeze to breathe
A body, motionless without its soul
I don't know what is really wrong with me
Why I am mercilessly deprived of me.
Indeed, the thing I love most is itself me.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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