Manish Lamichhane
a burn of
sorrow
is better than
that burn of love
the pain of existence
is far nicer
than the pain
of the heart.
a silence of
the truth
echoes in
the streets of
the midnight
I sigh and
I stare
at the darkness
of the night,
a melancholic day
beckons me
from far away;
could there
light be scattered
in the nicer way?
I feel
something is wrong
but cannot
say so easily
what it is
perhaps
this is the reason
I write the poems
and laugh about it
otherwise
life is so simple
such simple
I can die so easily.