Miegrat Sammri
- मिग्र्याट स्याम्म्री

" बिर्सिन्छु होला तिमीहरुको नाम साथी,
  बिर्सिन्छु होला तिमीहरुको चेहरा,
  तर यो कहिल्यै नसम्झिनु साथीहरु,
  कि मैले साँच्चिनै बिर्सिएँ तिमीहरुलाई,
  किनभने, बिर्सिने छैन प्रिए साथीहरु ती रमाइला दिन,
  जुन मैले तिमीहरुसँग बिताएँ | "

English Translation:

Poem Name: Friends

I may forget your names, my friend,
I may forget your faces...
But do not interpret it the wrong way,
that I have really forgotten you,
Because, never will I forget those merry days,
which I spent with you...

Die if I shall,
Then none shall cry nor sigh,
For I never meant to live
And have taken what I longed for…

Death is what I wanted,
From the moment I was torn,
For who wants to live,
In a crooked world, forever sworn…

Day by day, the only thing I crave to taste
Is the taste of death,
Matters not if that death
Comes from cowardice or from the brave…

So long have I waited,
And at last, the day has come,
A goodbye to this world,
That has provided me none…

I quit…

Lonely me, thence lonely world,
No fun, no work does it hold.
Sitting by the window and gazing at the bay,
I’m counting grains and counting days.

Slowly does it pass, with no hobbies and no aim;
Life ain’t just a game, matter not what others say.
Looking at the calendar, with nothing to do,
Just counting years and counting days.

Alone on the strand, a pioneer so gay,
Not caring what others hafta say.
Lying on the ground and watching the sky,
I’m counting stars and counting days.

A private island, a private yacht,
And a private company of myself.
By the ocean, staring at the watch,
I’m counting hours and counting days.

So messy has life become,
So unruly have dreams become.
Help myself, I may,
But by counting thoughts and counting days?..

Loads of work, but none to worry,
Wasted my leisure, felt no sorry.
No idea what my future holds,
But I am sure,
It’ll, as usual, pass by
Just counting rays and counting days...

I may talk a lot on the outside,
But deep down, I have a lot of secrets,
The untold things I never wish to tell,
Many secrets that I claim to myself.

I smile a lot on the outside, even though
Deep inside, I've never done so,
Because deep within, I am a different person,
A person whom you will never know.

I am nice to a lot of people on the outside,
But believe me,
I've murdered every single one of them on the inside,
A psychopath I am very deep within,
Very different from my outer being.

Partying and socialising is not my thing,
Neither is teamwork or collaborating,
Lonely I am, very deep within,
And alone I always wish to be.

The dark evil has conquered my mind,
And the goodwill refuges on the surface outside,
I do not tend to fight my evil within,
Because it's who I've always been.

I am not my true self,
The person you see on the outside,
Because deep down, I am a different person,
The person you'd never wish to meet.

It's gloomy, dark,
Clouds all marked,
With windy hustle,
And thundery bustle.

The sky turned pale,
Fragranced with ester-y smell,
And in the watery dale,
Paper boats set sail.

The weather is wet,
But not a slightest hate,
Wrapped in a blanket so warm,
Safe from the storm's harm.

The lightning sparks,
Unlade sky of larks,
While rustling leaves,
Whisper an important eve.

All signs of an advent plain,
Welcome the drizzling rain,
Nature is so happy about,
After all, it's raining out.