Poetry.

that house next to the jungle belongs to a care-taker

people call it macabre night cause it ignites terror

there is a rumour escalated throughout the town

a woman was found dead in blood stained gown

no one was brave enough, they didn't dig her a grave

no one tried to let her soul have a peaceful death

first week and people came there just to see her

they raped the body and made sure it was just a cadaver

she was already dead, i guess her soul was agonizing

how shameless humans are, didn't hesitate to do the sin

second week, my body couldn't rest thinking of that sight

she was dead and people were acting as if it was all right.

one morning, an old man came infront of my door

he asked me water and said, "can she rest her core.?"

tears drifted from my eyes, i cried from within that day

i was brave and decided to walk on forbidden way

i paced forward with ocean and flood in my eyes

i went closer to her body, i kept my trepidation aside

i saw a shovel nearby, started to dig at the very corner.

carried her body by my hands and stood to mourn her.

i will end up disappointing people if i do something for myself and that is fine.

maybe someday soon, we'll be there, together, forever.

excited for the life i am going to live.

I plucked you like a rose

You stab me with a thorn

I tolerated the pain

But you wether like a rose

YOU ARE PRETTY

Hey, where are you from?

Hiii. I am from Jhapa, Nepal.

what makes one weak.?

- their thoughts.

i do write, a lot.

There seems to be a lot of good and beauty happening in my life and in the lives of the people around me.

I don't know if there's just a lot of excess luck in the air, but I channeled the Good Vibes into this Wizard Froggo.

✨🐸 May they bless you with similarly good vibes. 🐸✨