A poet of the word
Where my pen meets and cuddles, my withering intuitions
You are my subject of interrogation
Your voice is the howl
Of the slumbering ego
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Nepal’s National Poet Madhav Ghimire dies at age of 101
Faintly recollecting, the decay of time
As I compose, it decomposes my
Composition out of sheer joy
I maintain a faint subjectivity
Willingness to write
Is a epiphany and a momentous
Fragility of my ego which is so, vulnerable and faltering
It is the world altering
Subjectivity of yours that I desire
My pen is your construction
And you are my poet.
