My City - Leaving warmth

Aastha Ghimire

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4 years ago

4 years ago

Published On: January 11, 2019 11:26 AM NPT By: Aastha Ghimire

Birds chirped,

Intrigued by first ray from the east.

Awoke a man,

Intrigued by thought of his bread.

Left warmth those who questioned survival,

I laid there, as a breathing corpse,

Survival never a problem,

Bliss swept below sewage,

Nothing-

Neither welcomes songs of birds

Nor the farewell songs of moon,

Nothing intrigued me.

Laziness, mom calls it,

Bewildered my reasoning,

I lay there until I hear,

"You're getting late"

Late for what? I ask everyday.

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