A Newfound Vocation


Instead of vacuuming the living room,

Instead of stirring the stuffed parathas,

Instead of crumbling under the daily grind

Of nine-to-six job, with newfound raptness,

I’m planning to write poetry, appeasing

My bruised heart with ointment-like words.


Delving into the maelstrom of my past,

Picking up the broken parts, searching for

The memories that bind, I’m thinking

Of doing a little wabi-sabi, mending life,

Bringing the pieces together, and composing

A little poem that squeaks in a gleeful voice.


Unlike the old Ezra, I’ll surely make it new.



Bibek Adhikari

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2019-01-03 at 13:16

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Members of Coo & Co nod enthusiastically together. This is well composed, Bibek, and we wish the N every success in this vocation :>)

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this. Direct and firm, and winsomely forthright. Perhaps I phrase it oddly. But good job!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Good luck. A "gleeful voice" would be fun to hear. I find it really hard to sit down and start writing poetry. Rather, poems typically come to me when I'm doing something like vacuuming.

Christopher Fernie
Dear Bibek,

Happy New Year and good luck with your inner career!



one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Perfect imperfection, Bibek, gentle and unhurried.