I Am Not for Him
He was mine before
He was unaware of me.
And now I am not for him
He cried out loud
His crying I will flaut
I won't him applaud.
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Wait
He was very unhappy
As no one recognized him.
Wait for tomorrow morning
I will tell you,
The sun knows everything.
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On the Mountain-Peak
There was a light on the mountain-peak
And another at the feet
Both were different qualities
Got enlightened those
Who ventured climb up high
Were enlightened too, who didn’t.
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So
I was and was not
You were as your cause you got
I had no cause
So, I was and was not.
□
© Santosh Kumar Pokharel
Bhaktapur, Nepal
poetsantosh@gmail.com
Tuesday, August 29, 2023
Four Micropoems by Santosh Kumar Pokharel
Santosh Kumar Pokharel is a renowned multilingual poet and writer from Nepal. He has published five books of his original poetry collections, the latest being THE WAR AND OTHER POEMS. International awardee of Anton Chekhov International Award from Russia, N.Gogol International Award from Ukraine, People's Diplomacy International Award from Kazakhstan, the Best International Poet Award from China, the Golden Writer of the world Award from ten countries and many international recognitions, he writes in Nepali, English, Russian, Hindi, and Maithili and Tharu alongside. His poems range from soft lyrical to grave metaphysical, and most of his themes are peace, love, and human hunger.
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