Matina (माया)

Her brown shiny hair

Running through her neck

And touching her curves

It touches her red cheek

Now and then

Just like the river

Kissing the bank

Time and again


As I dive in her eyes

I get lost

She doesn’t smile

Or speak

I judge her



She comes to me

We get along

I sketch her heart

She smiles then

Her sparking teeth

She is a desire


Her heart is gold

I fall for her

As she emerges

As Matina , Love


~Badal Pokharel


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