A terza rima. 




The Lonely Lane

 

At my wits' end, I walk the lonely lane,

Out to the place away from galling cries—

Seeking delight in silence but in vain.

 

A victim of your love, your hazel eyes,

My feet carry me deep into the night—

Where first 'hellos' mixed with last 'goodbyes.'

 

I stop before a tree with spectral sight;

I remember your smile, your silent adieu—

Staring at the trunk, its stupendous height.

 

Unanswered love, how can I carry you through

The ups and downs, the highs and lows again

In a lovelorn place such as Kathmandu?

 

Who will listen as I try to explain?

At my wits' end, I walk the lonely lane.



Bibek Adhikari 





Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-05-21 at 13:35

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shells
A moving lyrical piece, much enjoyed.
2018-05-24


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I second Pony. This is a first- class poem.
2018-05-22


Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well done! Your poetry is very mature. And a delight to enjoy, as always.
2018-05-21


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
When we find our selfs, trudging, down the lane of memory
With all those pains - pricking
Then it's time too find a new lane!
Ken
2018-05-21


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Really nice, Bibek, an easy flow. It feels natural.
2018-05-21