A Bizarre Notion
Sailing over the elegance of sweet memories,
the pleasant havoc put over by the unsaid words,
And the melody of charm poured by heavenly fairies,
begging the mercy , savored by the lousy lords,
Thought it would last, but it seems
even the sympathy of whistling breeze may not last...
Frozen in the depths of softening silence,
The hustle of the blazing time,
and Lotus smiling out of the diamond pleasance,
gathering the smithereens of moments into one charm,
thought it would last, but it seems ,
The lust of life must fade into its transience....
Copyright © Jaanam Pokhrel | Year Posted 2013
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