Poem: 'Emotional Travels'

Falgun 3, 2081

Bimal Acharya

Poem: 'Emotional Travels'

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First timeHe's always missing-Dude, you've got something concrete to say

Don't get emotional

Life doesn't run fluidly.

The second time

He often says —

At one time,

You live from the heart

Remove the mind from the mind.

The third hour

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keeps telling itself —

You are no bigger than a planet 

work or not

spin on your axis. 

The fourth hour

He thinks—

Why is man born  Why is

running 

While one day he will stop

without knowing.

The fifth hour

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He sees—

a bowed plant 

And the pet that grows on it

And he runs—

A storm in the street.

The sixth hour

The crowd of placards 'I am a man, believe me'

is increasing from Maitighar forest to the lion palace-supreme court

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Suddenly he remembers the story he read as a child

Where the supreme lion drowned in the well.

The seventh hour

The world is dark

The day seems dull

Walks alone till late

Transport of emotions.

The eighth hour

She comes as usual in dreams

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Name her feelings

She does not put any notion

Because, she is a feeling.

first hour—

doesn't move with emotion

last hour—

doesn't leave with emotion.

From emotion to emotion

On this fluid emotion

Every day, eight hours 

Kalper also 

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I couldn't construct I

no solid idea 

Hey Bhavna!

Save me from this fluid flow. 

Bimal

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