Hope of course in grain
Was there in my sanguine brain
To shape and have a true tie
And define life before I die.

Quake in heart I must say
I got to witness on that day
Tat left me unnerved
I could not keep all unheard

The string then broken
As lesson; I took your token
My days, then, are adorned
Not to motion; all sorrow governed

I cannot stop my brain recall that mood,
For your best you robbed my womanhood
Deserted my life, taken out of haven
Sad to recall – I was inane in my eleven

Yet, legs are on and in backwood
Cul de sac I’m winning at all nooks
I pray. May that soul be in ease
Befriended with joie de vivre and bliss

I couldn’t be yours. Its god’s grace
Albeit, I’ve in womb thy blood soothing malaise
May it one day grow and ask you
May it, then, unearth the tale of the then beaux

Till then, nev' let your other- half read our past
For that may bring near your last
I wish you live and be well with her
I’ll leave, for your best after I deliver.

RUP POKHAREL

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