Poem – A Sonnet 

WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight;

MYRA, too sincere for feigning,

Fears th’ approaching bridal night.
Yet, why impair thy bright perfection? 

Or dim thy beauty with a tear?

Had MYRA followed my direction,

She long had wanted cause of fear. 

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About भण्डारी2013

Has a reflective and idealistic types of personality. Loves to participate in Social activities. Extremely loyal by nature. Laid back unless a strongly held value is threatened and a talented writer too.
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