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Sep 2013
He asked me
"Basko, whats life about?
What is it about?"
Life is to live my cousin
why such doubt?

"To live? but how?"
To live till your breath shall allow
"But brother of mine,
do we live to breathe and waste time?"

Waste time? time is not your possession
Time cannot take an intervention
and cannot be used
It flows and blows
never hurt,
never bruised.
It simply
moves
Basko
Written by
Basko  Kathmandu
(Kathmandu)   
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