It's valentine, And the roses are everywhere. Like the empty vessels, That sounds much, The doomed red matter beats faster, Murmuring the voices through the wind.   The moments have become slumberless And the smile sleep in secret, Under the blanket of hope, Where the pitiless tragedy, Strucks the house of patience. My sullen eyes, Measures you, While the heart- a caged bird Sings for freedom.

About Author:

Nikita Parajuli is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Cool, Optimistic, and Crazy dreamer, she has a profound interest in Physics. An accomplished RJ, who spends most of her time in teaching and popularizing science, she also bears an equal insanity in research and writings. Her writings have appeared in DWIT News.