Don’t ask me ,
What is the most delicate?
I won’t say your feelings
Or the deep love
Neither the relation
Nor your emotions

Can u hold the breath?
What if bullet hits it?
And if the illness kills
Your breath everyday
Till it kills it

Isn’t the life most sensitive?
Common, confess me your love
Surround me with your arms
Let me feel the warmth
Because you never know
If I would reply
Your silence confession
As I am filling myself
With those doses
That lifts me to freedom


~Badal Pokharel

January 10, 2017

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