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Babita Gurung Poem
I don't think saying no is rude
If not giving up is like saying no
Then what is so wrong with saying so
If it gives a reason to wake up with smile
and makes me look up higher and higher
then I will deny again and again
Yes! I deny to stay on ground when I fall
And I show a big NO to my fears
my hopes just stay a bit longer with no
my concentration is bit sharper with no
If saying no makes my life easier
and happier
and peaceful
then why do people detest
who say no?
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Babita Gurung Poem
Every morning my eyes are in hurry to get opened
Every night they ask me for few more minutes to be closed
These foot take me what I had been wanting to see
I come out with a smile from every class
And people misunderstand me for having a crush
But knowing at least a new thing every day
Just make see dance of butterflies
every hour,
I'm just walking a foot closer to the horizon
every minute,
I'm just reaching a bit closer to my dream
every second,
Having a chance to learn make my thirst to scream!!!!
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Babita Gurung Poem
After the sun sets
When the birds are sound a sleep
My heart whispers
and I hear the chant
which remains unheard
in the day light sound
I don't want to hear this chat
this nocturnal chant
I detest it's echo
which takes away my state of peace
I want to push this chant away
Just go and never return
I set free of this echo
I let go of this chant
Never turn back
and let me smile in the cry!
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The picture that I see ahead is blur
The memory hanging behind haunts my dreams
and the ground beneath seems to be shaking
But it is the fault on my steps that I had been taking
Oh my falling star,
I wish light to pass through my brain
Oh my falling star,
I wish an arrow to pass through my heart
and feel numb all the way
Oh my sweet falling star
I want to see a bright next day!
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A name keeps on popping inside without any notice
A smile arrives when that name starts to blend with a sweet memory
That name is a stranger to all but is flowing all over within
A boundary drawn around limits the wishes only to fantasies
I pinch onto my imaginations and pull it back to point
where it really should be and force it flow where it should go
But again I loose the grip and again the fantasy reaches
where it was before and my efforts change to waste
This year I stepped out on my own to feel the cool breeze
and I know it will hit me hard numerous times
So I am not requesting to the owner of this name
Rather I am pleading only to this name
At least to be reason to make me go to sleep with a smile
While I'm warm on my bed after a long day!
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Haunted by uncertainties it dares to move on and on
So bright and hot that can burn down anything into ashes
passing through all the borders is its boldness
Ability to cut the limits maybe its sharpness
This eighteenth spirit should have its own whip
And have enough courage,
to tame itself to be in the right ship!
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Babita Gurung Poem
Not almost all of them turned bitter
Still sweet enough to taste
Not almost all of them turned to ashes
Still good enough to read the letters
Not almost all changed to snow
Some portions are still warm to hug
No lies to myself
I do
I do
Chat the same name when I'm
sound a sleep
with at least a 1 mm
sweet little memory left!!
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Babita Gurung Poem
With a fine blue line all around
I see moon and sun sketched on with a reason
Red makes me hear the sound of bravery
and remember the courage that denied against slavery
My steps becomes even more concrete
When I see my red flag flap its wings
I dream of tying all in a single string
I will return,
for the sake of my soil
I will return,
for the sake of my RED FLAG!
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Those lusts still sticking with my memory
I walked thousand miles away
a place where that smell can never reach
May be its the hallucination but
Tell me why your shadows
keep me following on and on?
No more strength is left
as you torn apart my strength
but I still want to ask again
Do you?
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