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kathmandu After the retirement from banking service in 2005 AD, chose to write poems many poems on online service and two poetry books published online from USA. Educated MA in political science. Country travelled Asian and European countries. Thailand, Bangladesh,India, Hongkong,Phillipines, England,France,German,Switzreland.
As flies in the sky ideologies in air Are soaring up high falling down with rain May be the power to protect from space is low As attention to control mob No way it become winning game Hitting bullet in chest to follow blood Develop culture solution for problem with dialogue Don't think O brave and wise fellows You will not loss in the game of row All want peace and progress even in battlefield Try to cast only love saving lives of humans Those who died ruined himself and his family clashes have always defeated no one will one.
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
No one will one.
As a satchel As a new bought satchel Life is for use of purpose Distended and wizened According to input Volume of changes appear As per need of man and object Assessing well and bad Comes and goes life in a sail A meagre chance is not life It rotates as planets and stars However located far in the sky Associates activity of high Control is a channel most To put into discipline each As big sun dishes command To universe and earth rich As a steady of satchel’s cycle Enriching with thousand things Desert mind and perform jobs World is for to be helpful.
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:37 AM UTC
As a satchel
Tension Rose I asked my little boy Do you have tension guy? He smiled and ran to play Immediately shook head two ways. I gleamed seeing him He is not enough to understand I know I joked with him for joy He giggled with head reply. Who gives tension I thought then Decision stood being inverted A class of reared situation in mind Harms from others, and how to save. Causes of disease and multiple death With shock of failure and unsuccess Dark grew in eyes even in day light No way to escape from imprisonment. Do not relate with unwise circumstances And become master of your mind positively Let it free to roam navigating world Stay being glad and winning in all case.
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
Tension Rose
Missing words Conversations which we made Gave conclusions nodding head Perhaps understanding between us Had same range to generate It was not a philosophical dialogue Nor a monologue of prevention In meeting was new mode and Energetic multiple love approach Surrender towards each other To pass not only single life Intake of words were complete There were not missing words A completion of trust and transit Was not for juvenile freedom Was maturity and confidence If need to die million times But the cause of fate dismantled Hopes were shattered as wind in cloud Feathery flash in mind eloped Wedding with missing words Knitted fabric thinly showed Covered body transparently on Bothered mind helplessly divert Towards, space for missing words.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Missing Words
Believe I am ruined Habit of believing them Always made me their followers Even they proved thorn in rose many ways pricking other Wanting or not wanting them I sold my time further and further Consequently, passing of era gave temple brown brother Swallowing spit and even believing Weightage of vote turned pale Youths of both sexes decreased from my town brother Couching in sofa their faces glow As if almighty they are for all and for time Consensus or process of opinion Dying in my lap untimely brother Believe I am ruined not having to drink pure water Name of disease appears day by day Killing numerous one after other Town’s rumple in the evening and night Tries to extract beautiful glamour Poor they are even not know culture of death soaring hoard Orphan children piles themselves In my ruined town for sake of future Certainly someday their turn of plight signals them come brother Why a zero invention circles in me Circumnavigating hopeless culture When will those skyscrapers nod to salute my poor brother? A class of enthusiasm and spirit glimpse In the light of TV channel always Programmer holding Mac to me and me like thousand brothers Flown jets in the aerospace indicate Dollars return bringing happiness for family Suppressing heart by two hands see coffin’s of youth brother Believe I am ruined in earth and space Hesitantly seeing behave for soil, water and youths of village Believe I am ruined seeing, leaving to respect youths’ spirit for.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
Believe I am ruined