Poem – Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand

while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window

the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun

burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched

in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?

Who else was there?

Saying what?

Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly

when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight

and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings

toward the twilight erasing statues. 

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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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