1. প্রচ্ছদ
2. সাহিত্য

UNFINISHED! 

Shobha Dhungana 

 

I wanted to write 

A poem on your fame

For that with heavy heart

I holded my pen. 

 

What have I heard?

What have I faced?

And that did I realize?

I wanted to deframe. 

 

For the reason of writing

I recalled my past

And memory of my dark days still last 

And I fell in your love aghast!

 

For others, you are a hero 

For, me an absurd insight

A giant demon who my fleshes bites

You killer of my aesthetic sight!

 

For your undue passion

I was so tiny like a mite

My weaknesses made me ready

For your crunchy bite. 

 

For others, you are a man so cool

For me, you were rude and cruel

Long did this, I confess

Inhuman and devotionless.

 

 

With this nostalgia with hate

I couldn't write more about my fate

I liked your name to forget 

And my poem remained unfinished!