Sun, 25 Feb, 2024


By Arjun Dahal

Slowly, Slowly, And slowly, You cripple inside my mind. Now, I've closed my books And lit the cigarette. Who is burning whom? Probably, The answer lies in the sublime smoke, Which rises, Carrying the despondent empathy, Reminding me of my dreams, That I had once sown for the golden future. And I'm not a fool anymore, To waste my time on stupid thoughts, Hence, I've opened my books again.

Author’s Bio: 
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 pen accelerates at paramount when there is a sharp downpour in the sky with roaring thunderbolts and lightning.His writings have appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, Eskimo Pie, and DWIT News.