Bibha

Bibha Dec 2020

Longing

I hope to find the one
who would tell me stories
in every serene hills and mountain
And also would recite me pomes
like a mad man under
the lamppost of every city

Bibha Dec 2020

To,

To love you in your absence
There are some pomes to write
To hate you for your presence
There are some memories to fight

Bibha Sep 2020

Untitled

I don't believe in wishes
but every falling star
knows my story.

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