By Everyone has a world at their beck and call,
But I find no one when I fall.
My dreams are full of fears,
My life is just fraught with tears.
Cruel death is my wish,
I am a sea without fish.
I consider myself skilled in crying,
I lost everything in trying.
A few days of my life are over left,
I pondered last night and wept.
Loneliness chops me like a knife.
It is my story, it is my life.
Abdul Malik Rauf
Read: धारा | Nepali Poem |
Also Read: स्वर्गकी आप्सरा | Nepali Poem | Saujan Dhakal
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