My feelings...

Do not ask me...


Do not ask me to smile

That, I have already handed over to you.

Do not ask me to listen to love stories

My ears are immune to them.

Do not ask me to live

I am already a living corpse.

Do not question me what life is

It has become an empty vessel.

Night persists even after night

That turns reality into dreams.

I fidget sometimes in my dreams

Whether it is the reality

But how absurd! Reality is lost forever...


Poetry by Bhakta Raj Giri
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Written on 2007-01-31 at 10:47

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