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Ishudhi Dahal May 2020
Hmm ! All are waiting for
For their life to fall
Waiting for saying that
death is not near
With lots of fear  
and trying to get success ;
Knowing  that death will face
May be early or late ;
a person with good fate
cannot make death on his control
But in society he has some role
Accomplished it ,
and ready to face end  with gutsy
Because he’s as happy as Larry
He’ll not stuck in purgatory
He aimed  for -
Not to live forever in earth
But to live forever in other heart
So the song of happiness was sang
After his death bell rang !
Rest in peace Irffan Khan and Rishi Kapoor ! They were legends and  legends are not stucked in purgatory but directly placed to heaven !
Your death bell rang fast but the work you have done to make change in society through the medium of Bollywood is worth watching !
Ishudhi Dahal Apr 2020
How to explain this feeling huh?
Only remembering the moments

Always waiting to enjoy
Counting days weeks and months
Waiting again for re-union
Okay , can wait for days

If could talk and share feelings -
And love Through internet
If could have conversations clarity

But ,
For us , this virtual reality
Isn’t letting us in vanity
Indeed making stronger
In this loneliness !
Ishudhi Dahal Apr 2020
Whether it’s 1 bucks or thousand ;
75  percent cotton and 25 linen -
The same material used for both ;
But why one is easy to find
and -
For thousand  a labour should nearly grind
Gates, Ambani and more have billions
But we don’t know billions -
Who are starving for this cotton-linen
For this  cotton-linen ;
Which is ruling the World -
But I say ; this’s doin’ nothing -
Nothing but increasing inequalities
Disparities and uncertainties
Gold plates for rich -
And no grains for poor
What is the use of silver plated bed
Which will not let a head -
to sleep well ;
Not let one to have good days
Where is brotherhood and peace ?
Where are the principles makers of good deeds ?
Indeed all are in competition of money heist
Today ,
A rich kid isn’t taught to be socialized ;
But coached to keep million in his mind
He is grind to aim for money in ;
So starts to race for money in early teen
‘******* ‘ , now he’s also a spendthrift
Now,
let’s imagine world without money
We would live in peace sharing milk 🥛 and honey 🍯
End of inequalities
Can fulfill our commodities and all
And -
life would be beautiful and we would never fall !
I have tried my best for this poem! Do feel it !
Ishudhi Dahal Apr 2020
Hustling to learn new things
Thinking what my mind will bring ?

What my mind will bring in near future
Can I make it good or will lead to failure ?

In this good grades and excellency raid
Oh almighty , can I be short-listed ?

Questioning myself ‘ when will you grow up ? ‘
Many ebbs and flow but never giving up

Never giving up but in phase of
brightening
Furnishing, plastering , reusing but not misusing -

Will never give up until I reach my goal
I will not care If stuck in hole or gaol

Recycling the issues that took place
Brisking my speed and ready for the race !
Life is beautiful and always be happy that you are part of it ! So never give up !
Ishudhi Dahal Apr 2020
When you are stressed
When you are wrecked

When Boredom hits hard
A cup of tea is the healing guard

In Re-union or break-up
In parties of patch-up
A cup of tea is ordered first  

Keeping Cappuccino and americano apart
Tea is flowing in every nerves and parts !
Ishudhi Dahal Apr 2020
I wish mothers’ day to all the mothers
Who are fathers’ to children whose -
Fathers are farther ;
Who’s always ready to work as a street cobbler or a barber

Doing her work harder -
She’ll not eat bread but provide you cake
Ate all thing today tomorrow what to bake?

But,
Again she’ll manage it anyhow
She’ll feed her son daughter -
Keeping empty bowl for her

Starving in hunger from inside
Hands  still shivering due to ice -
The work she did yesterday in snow filled roadside

No fix work for tomorrow
Prays to god for the snow
If not what to do ?
Childrens are suffering from flu

So she did the work and got some wages,
And ;
Her children filled their stomaches
So she forget all hunger and aches of her
And we call her ANGEL MOTHER :-)(-:
This poem is dedicated to those mothers who are in below poverty line !

PS : Cobbler and Barber mentioned above doesn’t show their inferiority( so called ) ! No works are superior and inferior but equally important!
Ishudhi Dahal Apr 2020
Without getting bore in chaos
He’s Staring at the things for hours

Mentally ill , physically dull
Buffering in every steps at all

Listening to the birds chrip
He’s staring and staring -
Hadn’t noticed red scar in his hip
Hypnotism hit him -

Becoming passionless
Sleeping and growing flesh

So now by God’s grace
He’s to aim for ace

Because -
He’s hypnotised now ,
Hypnotism hit him !
Follow me guys !
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