Rijan Britanicus Acharya
Dark Edge in Viral-cage
I am done in myself
Dark is me. Like Milton wind
Hell in outlaw, I am progressive
In the walls with pledge of darkness
undertaker is winning my region of silence.
Who you know in the wilderness
the drums reverberates the conscience?
I had dealt for years and I know
what sense is rescuing me
Against the fragment of this sadness.
Oblivion is dripping in my veins
The violence of thoughts within me
Murmurs what is edge of this?
I walk someday in orange paths of sun
Cast with broken dry leaves
Drinking coffee and overwhelming
for an errand of life.
Where is end of season entangling birds?
I am jealousy myself, turmoil of
A long silence crunching like paper
Filled with random words of life.
—Submitted on 09/12/2020
Rijan Britanicus Acharya is a Nepali poet whose work appears in the biannual journal Of Nepalese Clay. He work as a tutor.
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