Pages of Life
Ishwor K.C.
Department of English
The old pages of life,
Give new experiences.
Sometimes as foot over the knife,
Millions worthing to pences.
The day dreams and the sleepless nights,
All accelerating to vain.
As for a blind infinite lights,
Dead soul, living body and no pain.
Like sound produced by an empty bowl,
Keeping in hand an arrowless bow.
Speechless mouth and feelingless soul,
All that we reap is what we sow.
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