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Raghab Nepal

Piles of hoarding and neon signs

Lost me from myself beneath

The skyscrapers where

Crowds of men found a way of life,

And to my disgrace, I lost one.

None seemed to care

Even the arrival of dawn,

Since the difference in night and day

Were none and still like fools

All loved the joy of being artists

Of the unending drama.

Dollars and pounds, rupees and francs

Love lost existence in the far off ground

Which had sunk so deep that only few fairy tales

Could name, and it ‘just seemed Interesting’

To hear the same.

Losing all hope in the polluted air,

I dreamt of beauty I could find in love

Till a sound of coins woke me up

Thrown at me by a passer-by

Thinking me to be a beggar,

Calling it to be a token of love.

At last I realised love’s existence still remains

But the way of loving has met an unprecedented change.

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