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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