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Govinda Rimal- poems -

Publication Date:2016

Publisher:Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive

Govinda Rimal(02/11/1993) i am student studying BSe (H) biotechnology, I love writing poems. I havestarted writing when when I was in 9th grade.

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Being Lonely Shameful to squat,On somebody’s affluent lifeBut who cares for an orphan. I never raised my hope,My hope didn’t got the pillar to hold it still.What is the worth of delightful castle,If it’s fabricated in an open air? I have never cried,To keep myself happy,Who cares the cry of stray dog.Earth just glared at me asI had only one eye to see the world. I had a strong heart,It can resist the jerk of bullets,Fired by your lips.I am a tongue,To test my desolate life. Govinda Rimal


Do You Like Sorrow, Suffering And Pain. You are angel, born in heaven.You are prince, brought up in castle.You are blind to sorrow, suffering and pain.I am demon, born in bloodified lane.I am proletariat, brought up; fighting the uphill battleI am refugeeAnd known to all; sorrow, suffering and pain.My youth is roasted by pain,My power is wasted by sorrow,And my bod is tasted by suffering.One day! Zealous desire of billionaire's greedWill sink in the deep sea,As I am poising a pen over my page,To print the billion picturesjust to unlock the reality. Govinda Rimal


Do You Like Sorrow, Suffering And. You are angel, born in heaven.You are prince, brought up in castle.You are blind to sorrow, suffering and pain.I am demon, born in bloodified lane.I am proletariat, brought up; fighting the uphill battles.I am refugeeAnd known to all; sorrow, suffering and pain.My youth is roasted by pain,My power is wasted by sorrow,And my bod is tasted by suffering.One day! Zealous desire of billionaire's greedWill sink in the deep sea,As I poise my pen over the page,To print the billion picturesAnd to unlock the reality. Govinda Rimal


Happy New Year Numbness of the drowsy days,Flaring to fade away,Changing the decor of your life. Certain sorrow and pain may wink their way to infinity,Blissful hope may burn in your pining heart,Verdure may flourish in the dry sod,Your weary eyelid may rest over your eye,Beauty may smile to reside in your heart,So your heart may not quail when all sorrows are veiled by the youthful days. New is only the feeling we createAs days and nights plods in the same rate.HAPPY NEW YEAR. Govinda Rimal


Human Love Red heart like the rose,Twinkling eye like the stars,And lips is the petal which never wilts. Your demure soul will smile and flutter in the wind,It flutters and flutter, to reach my blushful heart. My heart is open for you,I will burn the incense,And light up the candle,Visit my heart and make it yours. My heart is for you not to maul,Don’t make it bloody,Droplet of love will trickle forever and ever...And even the oceans of water will not wash it cleanHey… heart is to hoard the love. Govinda Rimal


Hunting For Wisdome I am the bod of youthful rose,You are born to lovely flowerTo savour the avarice eye,And deprecate the cry. I am the bod of youthful rose,you are born to assiduous leafTo purify the foul breath,And spread the fragrance. I am the bod of youthful rose,you are born to tormentous thornTo bloodify the bloodless society,And agonize the harmony. Understand, you are part of me,And I am part of you.Brother, I am tired of you,Horde the love in your heart. Where your emotion dwells?In the light feathery castle,Which ripple in the wind's waveYou are the slave of the detrimental wind. Knowledge gives you comfort,wisdom makes you smart.Sorry! You are born in pondYou will not understand the sea. Govinda Rimal


Is Respect Born, So It Dies? Infant thrush is honored,It is tuneful songs owner,As its voice so thrilling. Aged mountain bear no snow,Old nightingale has no show,As stage has no feeling. Youthful flower are greeted,with love it is treated,As its beauty is respected. Disrobe flower are not offer,It is not clear and softer,As late autumn's beauty can't be accepted. Life is momentousBut it is momentary.Respect is a drunken man napping on the lane,He will get his respect when hangover dies,O! Respect is a mortal man. Govinda Rimal


What I Can Do I will meet youBefore your body lureIn those hungry wraths. I will hold youBefore your love sinkin those salty tears. I will kiss youBefore your lips wiltsIn those lucent rays. I will tell youBefore your tongue licksIn those absurd truths. And I will never love youYea! My love is a salt less soup. Govinda Rimal


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