One day
One dayThe day will come
When we can rid ourselves
from ourselves
The building up of the words
We'll build the staircase.
With the choice and freedom
Not to exist.
The system just took the hang of my mind
The process of just getting In the line
For the sake of waiting for my time.
And It never comes.
The sunlight never shines the light
It just burns with the eternal fire.
Its so easy to burn down
We just have to make the choice
Of looking up to the sun
Or living In the darkness.
Poetry by Manish Pokharel
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Written on 2018-08-03 at 06:26
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