AvG - Hello Poetry

Wishing to live a long life along, Someday I just wish to die sooner Shall I be carried on four shoulders Escaping the pyre engraved under a boulder A day comes when the talk's untold No one's left, no familiar waits no more Might a thought of me cross your head Might you come to embrace my grave For long hours there my soul resides Listening to the stories going on beside Might a drop of pearl fall from those eyes on low Might my grave nourish, though the soul turns sour Hope the nature favours me some, Perhaps I feast your eyes with a lone sunflower Nor do I turn myself to cherish the sun arose Neither could present you a bouquet I suppose Might the distance I wish drag you towards me Might it bring you close And then shall the grave of mine confess you the love, I ever held for you with a sunflower but not a rose

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Mar 11

Mar 11, 2026 at 4:32 AM UTC

A Sunflower or A Rose

Wishing to live a long life along, Someday I just wish to die sooner Shall I be carried on four shoulders Escaping the pyre engraved under a boulder A day comes when the talk's untold No one's left, no familiar waits no more Might a thought of me cross your head Might you come to embrace my grave For long hours there my soul resides Listening to the stories going on beside Might a drop of pearl fall from those eyes on low Might my grave nourish, though the soul turns sour Hope the nature favours me some, Perhaps I feast your eyes with a lone sunflower Nor do I turn myself to cherish the sun arose Neither could present you a bouquet I suppose Might the distance I wish drag you towards me Might it bring you close And then shall the grave of mine confess you the love, I ever held for you with a sunflower but not a rose

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बन्दै टुहुरो बसाएँ बस्ती अनौठो एउटा सहरमा | चल्यो जीवनको वेग, बढ्यो उमेर सपना पुरै गर्ने रहरमा || भए केही आफन्त केही शत्रु पनि स्वीकारिए | एक्लो पर्दा रिक्तमान त्यही आफन्त खोज्न भौतारिए || जसोतसो गरी दिन कटाएँ आयो पालो अध्याँरो रातिको सखाप छ जीवन गन्दै मैले, झुन्ड्याएँ अन्तिम मानव आफ्नै जातिको || केही साथीको केही आफ्नै विवेक माथिको | केही थिए आफूझैँ भने केही अनेक भाँतीको || क्षमा गर्नु सबैले, अब झुन्ड्याउँदै छु अन्तिम मानव आफ्नै जातिको ||

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC

Nepali: Antim Maanav

बन्दै टुहुरो बसाएँ बस्ती अनौठो एउटा सहरमा | चल्यो जीवनको वेग, बढ्यो उमेर सपना पुरै गर्ने रहरमा || भए केही आफन्त केही शत्रु पनि स्वीकारिए | एक्लो पर्दा रिक्तमान त्यही आफन्त खोज्न भौतारिए || जसोतसो गरी दिन कटाएँ आयो पालो अध्याँरो रातिको सखाप छ जीवन गन्दै मैले, झुन्ड्याएँ अन्तिम मानव आफ्नै जातिको || केही साथीको केही आफ्नै विवेक माथिको | केही थिए आफूझैँ भने केही अनेक भाँतीको || क्षमा गर्नु सबैले, अब झुन्ड्याउँदै छु अन्तिम मानव आफ्नै जातिको ||

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Somewhere amidst the deserted zone, Where neither you nor am I known, Fate-Bound more of a living charm, Exploring it all a bit tensed somewhat calm, Makes me think is this really it? Is there nothing left, nothing that's fit? So why not relive the meeting once more? Forget the past and learn once before everything there is.. Everything that it seems.. Why live with the same old tales we say, Why not craft new ones that we may, So who are you now? Now that I've set you free? So who am I? Why not just ask me?

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 12:36 PM UTC

Stranger in Disguise

Somewhere amidst the deserted zone, Where neither you nor am I known, Fate-Bound more of a living charm, Exploring it all a bit tensed somewhat calm, Makes me think is this really it? Is there nothing left, nothing that's fit? So why not relive the meeting once more? Forget the past and learn once before everything there is.. Everything that it seems.. Why live with the same old tales we say, Why not craft new ones that we may, So who are you now? Now that I've set you free? So who am I? Why not just ask me?

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When reduced to last of bits Shall be me mourning at the grave Influenced under the chronicles pen to my right Shall write all my wrongs and all my rights Sans skill of wright, yet virtuously forthright Declaring my existence wry parting from riot Fertilizing the soil's rye in the dusk's twilight Shall then rewrite span as my final rite

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 11:46 AM UTC

The Final Rite

When reduced to last of bits Shall be me mourning at the grave Influenced under the chronicles pen to my right Shall write all my wrongs and all my rights Sans skill of wright, yet virtuously forthright Declaring my existence wry parting from riot Fertilizing the soil's rye in the dusk's twilight Shall then rewrite span as my final rite

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