कथा
I squeeze
My both eyes every
Gloomy evening as lemons
Remove the pain of sour
Mop the past.
But,
The more I try to erase
Denser it becomes
Every things I look
It carries your flooded recollections
The more I pretend to hide
The more it unboxes you.
I think,
We are less humans more
Memories
As the train
Just carrying the unfinished
Memories
We are heading from life to death
In the universal highway.
Leaving
Overload memories to others.
Rupsingh Bhandari (Famous poet of Nepal )
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