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Vibha Rimal Poem
They said,
"Fake it till you make it".
I faked my life,
I faked my soul,
I faked it all the being of my being.
She said,
"Just try little harder"
I tried it till I was numb,
I tried it till I was dumb,
I tried it all for the sake of trying.
He said,
"It's enough, I am done".
I was done,
Finally, done from it all.
I was done of trying,
I was done by lying,
I was done of faking,
I was done by making,
I was done by being.
You saved me, my saviour,
Your full stop,
Gave me a new beginning.
Copyright © Vibha Rimal | Year Posted 2024
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Vibha Rimal Poem
Was I blind...
Or had I willful blindness?
I was surely not ignorant,
Neither was I acquainted.
Heart was in gale,
Mind did acquiesce.
I was always a coward,
Who never confronted.
I saw those flags,
Brightest and limpid.
Red in qualms,
Redder in distrust,
Reddest in name callings,
You were my dear,
DOMINEERING IN EVERYTHING.
You were preeminent,
That is why I capitulated.
But that was show,
I never calculated.
Yes I did a mistake,
Yes I am admitting,
You tought me a lot,
a lot destructing,
I am now back,
See here my dear,
Here is my audacity.
Copyright © Vibha Rimal | Year Posted 2024
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