Dead Body of Mine

In the dark and deep slender woodland,I found a sleeping dead body of mine;The flesh was strongly rotten and,The bone was decayed lying beside the stone. “I”, the soul, dream and dwellThe huge hollow wood speaks swell,Though it sounds anomalous and adventurousFrom far a distance, it’s dark and too dangerous. Quiet strange! Scared of meContinue reading “Dead Body of Mine”

Hath that Bottle Been Dancing in Thy Hand?

-Kamal Shrestha, 2020; shyresk@gmail.com (From the book, “A CRUCIAL Journey of LIFE Begins”) Hath that bottle been dancing In thy hand? How dost thou feel the pain? That shocks only! Doth it heal?   Bubbling! The bottle showereth Wine by thy hand in grief, Why dost thou enjoy thy Death without knowing the life?  Continue reading “Hath that Bottle Been Dancing in Thy Hand?”

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