Who am I?
Sudarshan Pokhrel
Denmark
There is nothing to live,
No one is there to believe.
I am something like the object,
Without any conjunction and subject.
And………
I am a stone in the river,
Lying outside and inside forever.
There is always a hope,
I am saying really, it is not a joke.
But…….
There is something I don’t understand,
I am searching a humanity where does it stand?
I can’t be proud of myself
Shouting always in the gulf.
No one……………
There………..
As……..
There is always an empty talk,
Glacier is melting but hardly any rock.
No one………….
There…………………..
Is there somebody who is looking at the mirror?
Can he see his face and many dots and error?
I always carry my mother’s visage and the flag
In a bag fabricated with an everlasting rag.
No one…….
There ………………..