No  roses, No  promises, No  rings, No  dreams, No plans to be busy, Nothing else to be classy.   The stars still twinkle at night. The sun still shines. The flowers still bloom. The breeze still blows. The moon is still lighted with dark paint. The Rose still has its thorn. Everything is the same, as everything was.   I now firmly believe, Silence provides the best serenity. Hush! -O my infinite sadness, Hush! -O my infinite madness, Nature can't be desecrated. Everything is the same, as everything was, Thus, I still think of you.

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, and DWIT News. The links to his published Nepali Poems can be found at arjundahal.blogspot.com.