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Sunday 21 February 2016

Season of life.

Young as early spring,
Born sweet and beautiful,
Thoughts pure and clean,
Such a neat birth.
Extraordinarily amazing he breath a life.

Challenges as new puzzles,
Life gave him the game.
His thoughts rumbled.
Such a breathless he felt,
A poisonous venom like struggle he face.

And through the gates of long road,
As he passes by;
Days were getting older,
Shoulder heavier.
and tides scarier,
Vast as ocean he feel the battle with all breath in mouth.

Until when he meets a free flying bird in the open sky,
His heavy head got freed.



2 comments:

  1. A very beautiful and meaningful poem. I really appreciate your skills to express your thoughts in a beautiful manner. Keep sharing la.

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    1. Amrith Bahadur Subba, Well, thanks for the time that you've paid to visit and your sweet dose of appreciation .Indeed, very much appreciated for paying your time to go through the blog. Thanks!!!

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