I just wanna describe my style of writing in this poem.

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I say a piece of literature: the words from the pen become my escape story, the poem looks at me and smiles,

How is my literature

When I write it feels I am writing myself, not the words,

The darkness of every word left in my pen is still spreading in my eyes

As if

Someone seems to be removing my limbs one by one from my body,

Tear bids farewell to the words he sees with his eyes, as if I am lost in those words.

How is my wife

The pen I am writing today is not going to leave the copy in which I have filled my tears verbally,

Today, all those pages are complaining to me every day,

How is my literature

Let the reader know that he is reading not only my words but also the dreams of his eyes,

Let him know that he and those words are the same,

I know that literature

I write that literature मेरो my literature.

By Lok Joshi

From: Nepal

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