She posed equity in abyss of her caged identity. She reflected a big smile in abyss of her sullen face.
She stood over fear, eventhrough the road wasn't clear, She was at war in daily basis, her body was pulled away through situations, yet,she was patient to suffer and determined to shine.
"How many pieces ?",someone asked " I didn't count but ninteen winters,if i could erase!"she replied with a silly grin. She was still carrying confidence in her front pockets that allowed strength in all her lifephases.
कथा लामो हुँदैमा मात्र , हामीले नैतिकताको आशा जसरी, पुर्ण रुपमा राख्न सक्दैनौं । यसै गरिनै , परिश्रम बिना, सफलता पाए पनि परिवर्तनको ढोका हामी सजिलोसँग कहिले खोल्न सक्दैनौं । अर्थात् ,मानिस महान त्यसै बनिदैन।।
Bhanu Jayanti ko sabailai dherai dherai subhakamana..This day actually makes a lot of relevence in my life, so just poured some random thoughts..भाषालाई भुल्नु भएन नि है #Nepalipoet#writings#bhanujayanti
Lost: Stolen Boot •••••••••••••••••••••• Brown and leatherette looking for its half-life gleaming in oblivion a black pair of flip-flops its wife a murderer or a drop of wine slipped its owner and closed a door of his life on bed of hospital he scream due to the fracture it did on other side it makes a innocent face proving itself not a culprit by showing its broken sole it whines people look at it with pity and gossips how its owner has never taken care of it it grins it laughs when touched surface of that old fat dustbin
This is known as taleaant '-' Maaf krna agar y dekh k aapki aankho ko cancer hogya ho .