I weep my sorrow and pain

like a drizzling rain.

You come in bits of

strain,

so I refrain

from being too close.

I fathom greatness

in ugliness and post in

terms of mere utterances, the words.

Blending thoughts and welding words,

mending myself and withholding worse.

By Sushant Thapa

From: Nepal

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