Regret
And i have a regretand i want to make move
to give a regret a life and a soul
i want to fall and feel
despite of all tear shed zeal
when blood is life
it is a flow,a river inside
a nature lives,and a wind blows
a mother is a root
and i grew,tall and heavy
just to make a move
and i feel my hair
longer than life
when i can realise a fake smile
warm is a feeling,a breathe gone inside
and a silent talks when amplified
more than an explosion it burns inside
and i seek for a peace
a state where noise lives
and i wonder if a blind can dream
dream of audio or a less
only can feel,
but not make it a tale
Poetry by Ashish Ghimire
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Written on 2016-02-02 at 07:25
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