One night ,happened to meet,
A lunatic, as he said to him, passed me a greet,
I was at Cloud nine to see this fellow,
On my life again ,is that an omen or bellow ???
Still shared the rosy and rainy days' talks,
those trails where we used to walk,
happened to unveil the true colors,
like a bee attracted to those Pitchers...
Hey! he is my old friend in a new scenario
he isn't in Japan or Rio-De-Janeiro !
he is from the land of hills and tillage..
passing his time in the Barracks' Village...
![]() A Perfect Lunatic in the Barrack's villageA Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"Tuesday, October 6, 2009© 2011 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini" |
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2 Reviews Added on March 29, 2011 Last Updated on April 26, 2011 AuthorSanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"Kathmandu, NepalAbout"When words are stiff and hard to evoke out; they shape themselves as a poem [that last forever] " -Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini" http://sanjeetapokharel.blogspot.in/ When I see the.. more..Writing
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