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Belief
by
Raghab Nepal
Far high in
the sky a dim cloud looked
Like a shy princess adorned with a smile
And which turned me blue.
A mild wind changed the very view; the princess
To a scary witch. My face turned black.
How do we cling to our belief in things
When our eyes start
Singing the song of betrayal
When so long history
Which we've learnt and admired
Turns out to be a story of a drunken man!
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