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Abhishek Sapkota Poem
In such a place
I wish to be,
Where nobody bites
I am all free.
I wish there was a
place for only me,
And have a wings
everywhere I could flee.
I wish to be in
such a place,
Where all is enough
and nothing is less.
Where present is enjoyed
and future is not worried,
Where I could set aside
the burden I have carried.
Where there is no ill
where there is no sorrow,
Where happiness is only left,
that I could borrow.
Where there is no drama
where there is no hate,
Where no one is different
luck is served in everyone’s fate.
Where there is no enemy
only family and friends,
I wish to be in a place,
where life never ends.
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Abhishek Sapkota Poem
Why is that so ?
One should come and go,
To the end we can't say no,
In Front of reality, all should bow.
If we are here to die,
For what reason and why ?
Had to leave in the middle the delicious pie,
Happens all of a sudden can't even say bye.
Gotta leave because of our sin ?
I've seen the god ones have also lean,
So, why be good all the way,
If it's already written, "that's what they say”?
Is this the simulation are we on ?
Born with the truth death and born,
Starts with a voice and ends with a mourn.
So, why be a servant? Why be ruled ?
By being good, if death can't be fooled ?
If it's easy to be worst then be good,
I think that's why becomes so, I would.
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Abhishek Sapkota Poem
A thought
There was a day when I used to be happy,
There was a day when I felt like alive,
But now I am not even me ,
Different person in my cover,
This is what I think over and over.
Maybe time travel was not a myth,
I could go back and enjoy the time a bit,
To the young, I just wanted to meet,
Give him a hug and an advice a bit,
Nah, not possible from the chair I sit.
Just some words floating in my mind,
Always troubling me not so kind,
May me there is a place of my
True self where I can find.
What is love that I didn't got,
In the pool of hate I had to rot,
A boring life waiting for a dot,
A boring life waiting for a dot.
What is the real meaning of life ?
To just work till the end for a thrive ?
Or its the road, we just taking a drive?
Thought enough in a stanza of five.
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Abhishek Sapkota Poem
Packing another day, time to say bye,
Neither happiness nor sadness, I think it's a tie.
Thoughts on my mind, what could I have done?
I can't revive; just regret the time it's gone.
Whenever the clock hits nine,
To regret is the daily routine of mine.
Just hoping to do later which is only left,
With a checklist for tomorrow I slept.
I think I overslept its already eight,
Checklist says rise and I think I got late.
Was happier in my dreams I believe,
I don't want to wake, just leave.
The day also passed just like before,
Maybe not only today yet to come more.
Every night stabbing with regrets knife,
What can I say, it's my life.
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Yet a new journey began
I don’t know where life will take me to,
Things may be in my favour
But I don't know what it will make me do.
Just holding my pen
I can't see future ahead,
Maybe I am just over thinking
so, I went to bed.
A new day begins
with the same thought in mind,
Maybe it is just a lie to which I am bind,
It's like I have lost my soul. I don't know where to find.
My life is like a tyre in a taxi increasing its fair,
It certainly is moving but spinning in the air,
It's like a moving rocket but not changing its layer,
Got a bunch of things to deal with but no one to share .
Always hoping for a help but nobody to guide,
I hope for a person in my life to whom I have nothing to hide.
In past days I have learned more than I ever
Got so many questions but can’t answer them clever.
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