Pratik Mainali

Pratik is a high school graduate from Trinity International College, Dilli Bazaar, Kathmandu.

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Published On: December 29, 2018 10:15 AM NPT By: Pratik Mainali

The wind

The wind

The pink sun stares at sweaty faces
The sultry air stirs the bony branches
I lean down, from the window sill
Leaves fall down the oppressive sky
Like long endless locks of tresses
A blast of air tugs the drapes
The windows rattle, I inch back
Hazy air laps in strange shapes
Tosses me with a sudden smack
In its ominous, brutal wake
I collapse on the rattan rack
Piercing stick pierces my nape
A sharp pain radiates with a crack
A frothy fluid foams down my chin
Sickening dizziness sweeps over me
Louder become the thunderous din
My eyes roll up, I cannot see.

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