Wanting the things of need <br />Years I lived, that’s my funeral; <br />On alms I’m reared, <br />On alms my life routine; <br />My muscular arms and wit paralyzed. <br /> <br />Are my live wishes; <br />Let me walk on my feet-miles, <br />Let me kiss the lofty peaks <br />On my, albeit, bare feet. <br />I prefer free walk and work, <br />To guided tracks and served feeding. <br />I prefer make threads and then weave, <br />To provided clothes over torso. <br />I prefer tiny homely hut of own, <br />To rented and paid-duplex. <br /> <br />For wanting the things of need <br />Years I lived, that’s my funeral. <br /> <br />I cry unseen tears in spate and deluge, <br />Albeit, laurels smile from caged files, <br />Muscles jerk, brain murmurs… <br />Wish longs- Let me smile on my death bed; <br />Salute my valediction in ease, <br />To let my great small nation’s fertile tomorrow.<br /><br />RUP POKHAREL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wish-84/
