10:13 PM
Samrat Babu Koirala
My grandpa coughs with blood, he’s sick
When he had thought he would walk only with stick
Wind was blowing carrying the dust
Grandfather’s eyes fell upon the rust
She still walks with her beautiful lips
Spreading the world about her beauty tips
Who will gaze in those beautiful eyes
When she turns sixty five
I feel the clock is talking to me
Outside my window, mountains I see
Standing still, being so proud
They don’t know melting, they’ll fall down
Where will my corpse be one day
Eaten by vultures or silently they lay
Where are we running, and what are the prize
Crossing the oceans, running all miles
3 comments:
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Ramro lagyo yar, simple words, but so dep meaning........well written brother
Niraj
Ahhhh.... simple, meaningful & fun to read.... good work MR. BLOGGER
UDESH
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