Hope of course in grain <br />Was there in my sanguine brain <br />To shape and have a true tie <br />And define life before I die. <br /> <br />Quake in heart I must say <br />I got to witness on that day <br />Tat left me unnerved <br />I could not keep all unheard <br /> <br />The string then broken <br />As lesson; I took your token <br />My days, then, are adorned <br />Not to motion; all sorrow governed <br /> <br />I cannot stop my brain recall that mood, <br />For your best you robbed my womanhood <br />Deserted my life, taken out of haven <br />Sad to recall – I was inane in my eleven <br /> <br />Yet, legs are on and in backwood <br />Cul de sac I’m winning at all nooks <br />I pray. May that soul be in ease <br />Befriended with joie de vivre and bliss <br /> <br />I couldn’t be yours. Its god’s grace <br />Albeit, I’ve in womb thy blood soothing malaise <br />May it one day grow and ask you <br />May it, then, unearth the tale of the then beaux <br /> <br />Till then, nev' let your other- half read our past <br />For that may bring near your last <br />I wish you live and be well with her <br />I’ll leave, for your best after I deliver.<br /><br />RUP POKHAREL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/malaise-2/
