I am not loser

I was flying high
Until my wings got hurt
I tried floating on air
Till I stroke the ground

I found none
When I had to talk
I knocked the door
Of that house
We partied
I saw no friends

I started feeling love
With the frustrations
I had collected
Till they engulfed me

I bought the rope
To tie me
As I put in my heads
My inner bangs me
Reflecting the history
Of my passion
I had in my eyes
Expectations my
Parents had on me

I threw the rope
As my inner
Screamed hard
“You are not the loser”

~Badal Pokharel

Rest in Peace Yama Buddha 🙁 (Dedicated)

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