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I have given my life to you,
Not caring and looking what will be the consequences,
But you never try to cradle my love,
Letting apart to dispersed, then to flap in the air of cold,
And dies all the fragrance of my heart.
I was not perfect to you,
But on my own ability of my fullest heart,
I was perfect to eloquent my feelings,
And to love you.
I have heart as of yours,
Which has many fragrances to grow?
Mind to think,
And emotions to show and express,
But you never try to get yourself into my shoes,
All my love to you was indistinct,
To chiseled through your nerves to the heart.
How detract my words were,
And the feelings were.
What do you think of my life is?
Is I am in the state of utopia?
Or is I am living in hell?
Nobody knows exactly what my life is.
In fact, all in my life...
I was left with profuse tears and pains,
And ignorance, and hatred,
But I am happy and having cheerful art of living,
Because I got chance to embrace my mystery,
And to shine before the profuse cloud of darkness.
With heart like mine that end ups turning into the lamp,
That dissipates all the darkness,
And envelop the body of humanity.
The pain is the constant thing stabling my heart,
And it always creep me.
But I never feel the pain,
Rather I had create self awareness,
Embracing any competition and enthusiasm heart,
Strengthening my heart power,
Making wishes of all my dreams,
And generating all positive projection to be in the euphoric state,
Of bliss, of wellbeing,
And whereby letting you fly,
Go away from my heart,
And erase all my pain.
To live the art of life to the best of my own ability in the now.
The End!
-Prem B. Limbu
Not caring and looking what will be the consequences,
But you never try to cradle my love,
Letting apart to dispersed, then to flap in the air of cold,
And dies all the fragrance of my heart.
I was not perfect to you,
But on my own ability of my fullest heart,
I was perfect to eloquent my feelings,
And to love you.
I have heart as of yours,
Which has many fragrances to grow?
Mind to think,
And emotions to show and express,
But you never try to get yourself into my shoes,
All my love to you was indistinct,
To chiseled through your nerves to the heart.
How detract my words were,
And the feelings were.
What do you think of my life is?
Is I am in the state of utopia?
Or is I am living in hell?
Nobody knows exactly what my life is.
In fact, all in my life...
I was left with profuse tears and pains,
And ignorance, and hatred,
But I am happy and having cheerful art of living,
Because I got chance to embrace my mystery,
And to shine before the profuse cloud of darkness.
With heart like mine that end ups turning into the lamp,
That dissipates all the darkness,
And envelop the body of humanity.
The pain is the constant thing stabling my heart,
And it always creep me.
But I never feel the pain,
Rather I had create self awareness,
Embracing any competition and enthusiasm heart,
Strengthening my heart power,
Making wishes of all my dreams,
And generating all positive projection to be in the euphoric state,
Of bliss, of wellbeing,
And whereby letting you fly,
Go away from my heart,
And erase all my pain.
To live the art of life to the best of my own ability in the now.
The End!
-Prem B. Limbu
(5th November, 2011)
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