My world exists only for me. What I see and feel here, is just the creation of me.
poem
वर्षा र विचार
वर्षा पानीको होस् कि विचारको रमाईलै लाग्दो रै’छ
रुझ्न मन लाग्छ, भिज्न मन लाग्छ,
चिरन्तन त्यसमै रम्न मन लाग्छ,
Choice or compulsion?
They too have wanted to move upstream,
With a desire to rebel for freedom.
Yes, freedom. For choice of path.
Dreams of Billions
Dreams of billions
And billions of dreams,
are born everyday.
Almost all die that very day,