This is how we are borne in the flight of time in our lives.
chew the chewing gum of dusk.
Loading my eyes with the brightness of the afternoon,
I step into the world of light
and take a stroll with the sunshine;
reach the furthest fringe of the wind and return.
At night I pull over me the quilt of darkness.
Putting out eyes along the length of the night
and bolt securely the door of sleep.
I relish the chocolate of morning.
In the curved path of life,
a mound of deeds is made.
I move the tongue of wisdom.
In search of truth,
I savor the taste of every moment.
And as a penny or two,
I keep on using,
keep on spending,
myself.
Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2006-10-27 at 13:25
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Life Cycle
I nibble at the darkened nut of evening,chew the chewing gum of dusk.
Loading my eyes with the brightness of the afternoon,
I step into the world of light
and take a stroll with the sunshine;
reach the furthest fringe of the wind and return.
At night I pull over me the quilt of darkness.
Putting out eyes along the length of the night
and bolt securely the door of sleep.
I relish the chocolate of morning.
In the curved path of life,
a mound of deeds is made.
I move the tongue of wisdom.
In search of truth,
I savor the taste of every moment.
And as a penny or two,
I keep on using,
keep on spending,
myself.
Poetry by Mukul Dahal
Read 600 times
Written on 2006-10-27 at 13:25
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