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Best Poems Written by Hem Raj Bastola

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Lonely Eyes

Peeping to the sky:
Beating wings of twilight
Leading home, the birds 
Horizon, engulf the ember Sun.
Invitation of the dying day
Give rise to a tranquil bay.
Putting me in the battle
Of: need and happiness. 

Every viewpoint 
From the hot iron pan
Searching those mountains
Of a distant homeland
Cool breeze along with
Perfumes of spring woods
Memories of myrtles
Holding back to hear:
Cooing, Cuckoos.

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A Miserable Flying Bird

Mutant of human,
Whose view-less wings
Took him so high,that envisioned life
In whose, voice bird speaks:
What I was, not me today.
Serving to his hunger
Losing myself, to make him alive.
Wand I use of a witch,
Mind into a river switch.

Far out in the sky,
Entangled in solitude,
Lunacy,where, my ore smelt.
That now is a wild stream:
Roaring from the mountain
Flooding in its dry bed,
Desert where, my glacier
Smile of the sun engulf.

To sustain a life,
For no grains I find here
So I entreat you to dislocated
Wings to put back into human
To protect, from being
To be: a Dodo.

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Green Thought: a Plea

Derision of her 
Ageing health 
Putting us on threat 
Devout greed breeding 
We forget to listen. 
Her chronic wound,
She bleeds in timber,
Pleads with fume, industrial 
Instead to nurse her 
Day by day our torture 
Digging: her grave.

Vanishing water sheds, 
Oh! Leading nations 
It’s time to think: 
Money can not pay back 
The carbon we emit.
Think of the future we live for,
When, will we think?
Her cry is our cry,
Her pain is our pain
Try not to smear asphalt 
Into the green face, 
Of: our mother earth.

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Midnight Reaper

Planted seedlings
During the observation grave,
Premonitions of the day
In the field of mind 
Planted crops of thought,
Deep into the night
To transcend the hunger aesthetic
Recollected to harvest
In solitude.

In rhythm they dance
The dates with Arabian wind
To and fro the trunks
Steadfast the pitch
Rise and fall the beat
Consolation to exist
In the journey of the mercury
Temperatures of life.

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Destination Crematorium

Before the dawn 
Listening unfamiliar talk 
Through the buildings opposite 
Following the cluster of temples,
Feelings on my thought mixing-
Morning Prayer gong in peace: the bell.
Living wood on a dying fire ask 
Did we know the truth of us? 
Emitting rays of east,
Radiance on a river reflect 
As I reach to the bank. 

Early morning,
Ongoing cremation 
And activities around 
Put forth in contrast a life. 
Where degrees of emotion along,
Knowledge of life enlightened 
Observing transformation
Into universal elements 
Flesh, that adjoins.

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Injured Heart

On my palm, as I keep to rest my chin 
Injured heart among the city din,
Healthy spirit to live it search
Days are so dark, for there is no torch. 
Sand I am baked, in the desert brown, 
Unfamiliar is the place, insipid is the town. 

Absence of its candid human clay 
In the strange city, I am alone today.

Modern life is in such a mess, 
It is too fake that we wear is a human dress. 
Did we think, neighbor next door, is unknown 
Such has been the condition grown.
Where growing mind in love with matter 
Did we not our spiritual connection shatter?

Absence of its candid human clay 
In the strange city, I am alone today.

Easy life, where the world is advance 
For the peace of mind give not any chance 
Oh! Breeding strangers, what land it is?	
Or we forget our spirit to ease.

Absence of its candid human clay 
In the strange city, I am alone today.

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Dinner

Far-off 
I hear echoing 
Approaching my ear 
The wind- transporting 
Frequency of the air 
Ripples on a lake 
Gently disperse. 
In a quiet and stagnant 
Water surface-

Jumping fish,
Broken silence 
Twilight that lead; 
Rowing oar- a boat 
Fisherman returns  
The day is done 
Her eyes are waiting 
His weary way 
For: the dinner.

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In Search of My Abandoned Self

Either streets of Ashon,
Or the crowd of Indrachowk
Trying to find myself,
Awaking from the dream,
Have I forgotten the way?
Unable, to find myself,
Wandering in multitude
In search of a distant world
Isolated, story of a dream.
Forget not, to inform:
I am lost today.
 
My country do not search
Who is lost here?
Police do not search, here,
What is happening, where?
Looking forward, I
Don’t know where I am heading?
Ah! like a missing wayfarer
Whether in pages
Or I lost in imagination.
Forget not, to inform:
I am lost today.
 
None of them ask
The road I walk
In curiosity happen to ask
Where does this leads?
Sad I see them to answer,
Squeezing into a ball the face
Some says it’s limitless
Other says explore your interest
Night is heading to the sun
Hamlet in dilemma lost.
Forget not, to inform:
I am lost today.
 
Try not to forget
Soil of the earth is same
Even I am stepping on
How else can I turn familiar?
With unfamiliar world in return
I am lost where I am
Becoming the bird of sky
Neither any place to nestle
Nor to return, back the way.
Forget not, to inform:
I am lost today.

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Lost Child

Powerful loneliness,
In the crowded street,
Desperate speed took.
Secluded, inside, I am left.
What solvent, you give me, Oh! Art,
Fickle mind of a sincere thought,
Corroding, inside me flow:
The heart of an outcast.
Surrounded by silence,
I weep for their human
Which is absent in need.
None from the crowd,
Give not any heart to console
For the child, who is crying.

When, a pause in me,
For a thought was over,
The cry being fainter
Ring into my ear.
Series of questions behind,
Left to be answered.