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Sriyesh Koirala Poem
When you are sitting alone as though you were dead
A silly question pops by your head
Where are my friends,O' where could they be?
Over the moon or under the sea?
Then you realize that there are none
Neither in the moon nor in the sun
For you are a loner and have no friend
Meant to be alone from beginning to the end.
It's not as though you don't even try
You get a bit close but unintendedly pry
Then you wonder,"Oh what they might think"
As they might judge you whenever you blink.
The more you think the sadder you get
Because of the reality you cannot forget
Yes you are useless and you are a jerk
Who cannot be happy and can never perk.
The tears start flowing wetting your eyes
Giving the unnecessary thoughts a quick rise
Then comes the empty feeling in your heart
From where all the negative thoughts start.
You are an ******* and you should die
Even better if you just pop your eye
Nothing good will ever happen in your life
So just give up and stab yourself with a knife.
Getting mad at yourself for no reason at all
Keeping it low and playing it dull
You are now done crying and your heart stops to ache
Regretting about the useless fuss you always make.
It's alright now and you have calmed down
As a master of loner you have earned your crown
You are still good yet cause you haven't left life's rope
Cause as long as you are breathing there is still hope.
Copyright © Sriyesh Koirala | Year Posted 2022
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Sriyesh Koirala Poem
The bitter train of memory
Of the stories never told
That one ounce of bravery
To tell you together we'd grow old
Where are they now
O' where did they go?
That one small vow
Taken at the first day of snow
Copyright © Sriyesh Koirala | Year Posted 2022
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Sriyesh Koirala Poem
It is a divine thing to do
Everybody does it yes it's true
In order to extinguish their desire
They set their whole body on fire.
The deeper they go the more they fall in love
Doing it in bed, garden and in tub
The more she cries the more he pushes
When the mood hits they even do it in bushes.
For pleasure he knocks her up even higher
Trying to fulfill their wild desire
Doing in all positions one by one
Moving like a beast, crying like a swan.
When one hole isn't enough he goes for the other
Even if it's tight he puts it in without any bother
Then with pleasure the girl she cries
Moving her body and enjoying the size.
When they reach their limit looking at one another
He fills her up with white sticky lather
As snow melts from his huge mountain
She lets out a sparkly fountain.
The snow of the mountain she does not waste
She uses her tongue and enjoy it's taste
Finally they calm down and their desire goes away
Looking forward to do it again some other day.
Copyright © Sriyesh Koirala | Year Posted 2022
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