The heart denies The solemn truth manifested to the soul And supplies the crimson ink to my pen, Which vainly attempts to redeem, The days of emerald meadows Where the crickets once sang, Where the hedges laid stealth, And the contagious feelings Downpour copiously in your eyes With glitz and bliss.   Now, will this cadaverous wind blow, Through the burning Asia, Glowing Europe, And across the Atlantic, Intruding your casement, Safely echoing, The reminisces of my melancholy twilight?

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.