Santosh Kumar Pokharel
As such I was fallen in love
Such as she wouldn’t me shove
As much our souls would entwine
So much we would love our wind.
So long as this feeling exists
That long we can win our feast
But then other issues remain
She could no way from those refrain.
This much was story of love
No one either would ever shove
And they could never pursue
Love was just a hidden issue.
[Santosh Kumar Pokharel is a globally recognised multilingual poet from Nepal.]
