WHO KILL ME; I AM ALREADY DEAD

All, my emotions

All, my feelings

All, my love

And

All my pain

I want to sell them

I want ‘The buyer

Just my life,

My survival

So, I want ‘The buyer

Because I want to sell it.

 

I do not want clothes

I do not want protection

I do not need beauty

I want to sell

Clothes – the measurement of people

Protection – of wealth

Beauty – for other

So, if it’s not related to thyself

I do’t want to keep it

 

Anyone!!!!

To buy unused,

Worthless things

 

©     I will come again©

 

Note: It was compose at Ratna Park, Kathmandu when I was waiting to Gokul at four o clock, 2007.

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