Wed, 23 Jan, 2019

Transformation

By Arjun Dahal

He burned in his own hell. Years, he wandered in vanity, Years, he waited and, simply waited. Now, out of his illusion, He realized, She ain't coming back.   "No! Not all tears are evil" He exclaimed himself. The sun shines for everyone, And he waits for the tomorrow's sun. The sun without shadow.   Transformed, He hurls back to his dreams. Ruined enough, He waves to his new future, And promising himself, To never repeat the same mistake again, He burns the last photograph. Nothing's necessary than the unnecessary, He wants to be alive again.

About Author:
Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His Non-fiction has appeared in Blue Marble Review. His poetry has appeared/forthcoming in Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, and DWIT News.