The tenderness of heart
4 years ago
Pratik Mainali
Pratik is a high school graduate from Trinity International College, Dilli Bazaar, Kathmandu.
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November 6, 2017 11:52 AM NPT
By: Pratik Mainali
A POET’S STORY
When I was a boy I had no voice
Inarticulate and shy had no poise
In the head one day came a distant noise
I found myself that day - a unique voice
As my story unfolds
My heart is now searing
That my fingers are tearing
It’s time to go
No- the world is too endearing
You have grown old
Oh- that- I have been fearing
Clearing the clutters of pain- I find gold
What use can that be of me?
As I sit back and repent
I’m hit by the truth
Words were my only friend
From as early as youth
I ponder, ponder- I attempt to refute
Gently touching my head
Caressing my bro looks at me
And then suddenly he frowns
Your work is incomplete
I’ll grant you some time
Scribbling in a sheet
Until you sink in the shrine
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