Thursday, 5 January 2012


You distributed dreams and I beheld
should be made true but you failed
I was enjoying my life in cold shade
But never sun shone as you said
            Yeah! i was walking on unlit path
You also hung the damaged bulb

How much you flow ' hot air' how much
All I want is to see your real face
How can we make our home without base?
If you still run in your selfish race
Beejay Kumar Gurung
(Cheif Editor)

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