This dreary winter morning
It’s frosty , foggy and misty
A sun rises from a different angle
And whether or not
In the same way in this mourning country
As if to rise does not mean that
As if he doesn’t want to rise
This is risen unintentionally
This is lying down sadly
On that gloomy horizon
Playing hide and seek
Clouds of the same pain
Witness the same lightning
This sun
How many times see the dance of pain
The same trembling emotions
Demonstrating height
These emotional volumes
Be a witness
That hoarse sound
That music that is always sung
Showing those inhuman dances
Taught the distinction of removing differences
Drinking poison instead of nectar
There is such darkness everywhere
Where to reach and sight everywhere
Looking back
Why did those dream boats sink?
Why are the cities of sand destroyed?
Why are you attacking with ugly thoughts?
What is useless is the truth
What is the use of this sun?
Is this creation in vain?
So, the sun is smiling in pain
Some herds of buckwheat
flew to meet the sun
People go to the temple to worship
The temples are crowded now
Tangible to make intangible God
Self-centered people are busy
Oops! Why are these imaginary traps busy?
The creators are silent now
Hope in despair
Poem in grief of not being able to write
The sun is still sinking in pain
Walking around the universe
The sun is shining by itself
Bikash Thapa,Pennsylvania,USA
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