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Johnson Oyeniran Apr 2021
-Love triangle

There once were a pair of inseparable soulmates who couldnt get enough of each other,
Luna Thapa was a woman of ethereal beauty, while timid Johnson had a stutter

They met when they crossed paths for the very first time when they were both lost at their local train station,
And exchanged joyful laughter when they both found out they were heading to the exact destination.

Shortly after, Johnson married Luna Thapa, and they established a family together.
And every night in their bed whilst their babies were sound asleep, they had all kinds of ***** pleasure.

Life couldnt have been better for them till Lunas black sheep of a sister, came into the picture,
She was just released from prison after spending countless years for being a convicted killer.

Dove Thapa was her maiden name and unlike her sister Luna Thapa, she was always bitter.
She coveted Lunas successful and blessed life, to the extent that she planned to ****** her.

So one dark and rainy day, Dove in secret, brought two magical potions from a witch named Garland,
One was poison for her sister, and the other was a potion of love for her sisters husband.

That night, Dove slipped the lethal dose of poison straight into her sisters cocktail by the kitchen sink,
Then at family dinner, she handed unsuspecting and innocent Luna, the poisoned drink!

Luna perished instantly from the poison, unaware her sister was the cause of her demise!
Even in death, the poison's effects lingered, inducing spasms and altering the hue of her eyes!

Following Luna's passing, Dove then used her cunning to convince Johnson to cremate her quickly,
Because she knew that if the husband allowed for an autopsy, she would get the death penalty.

Before long, Johnson wed a new woman who only won his love with a magic potion of love,
For she was both barren of beauty and virtue which her sister both had. Guess her name? Thats right, Dove!

Envy is a destructive and contagious disease which compels the host to inflict pain and strife,
And like a predator, they only hunt the trusting person who always ends up losing their life.
-Luna Thapa


You reside as always upon my mind,

Before I slumber in the dead of night,

And the second after I rise and shine,

For you're all I think about all the time.
sabin thapa Sep 7
I can hear the death bell ,
Ringing for my death .
After when I’ll  die ,
I'll get the burning hell.


With demons,monsters,and ghosts,
All around me .
And my hands locked in the metal chains,
I think I'll never be free .


One day, I’ll run on the hell's floor,
The hell's floor would be so much hot.
Then I’lll find my death bell ,
And, it will be my first jackpot .

I'll get to the death bell ,
Take it in my hand .
Destroy and throw it in the well,
Then I’ll get back to my land.


With no demons, monsters, and ghosts ,
All around me .
And with no death bell,
I will always be free .

                  - SABIN THAPA
my favorite till  now I guess . even though I am scared of death but I also am very curious about it . so for my curiosity .
sabin thapa Sep 4
Do you know , these birds
Locked in the cages .
They have been here
since many ages.

From the forests , in the night
By the humans they were taken .
But they were in these cages
The morning they had awakened.

I always think that,
They want to get free .
And fly back speedily
To their home tree.

But those birds have already,
Forgotten their home and .
If I let them go
Being lost , they may be gone.

If I let them go
Being lost , they may be gone.
  

Written by  me myself Sabin Thapa / daedest
written by me myself  Sabin Thapa
sabin thapa Sep 3
combatants will be dispatched
to the battle game
someone will earn death
whereas someone will earn fame .

the ones who die
their photos will be on  the frame
and medals will be given to those
who survive the battle game.

the martyr's name will be written
on the list of golden history
but their dead bodies still
remain as a masked mystery .

the combatant's dead bodies are still not found
no one even knows where they are gone
but their soul may be unhappy
as their funeral is even not properly done .

the survivors are happy that
their life is happily running
and the battle is gone
but who knows ,
the real battle game is just coming



written by me myself ; Sabin Thapa / daedest  from Nepal
its my own poem written by myself

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