The characters in my story,
They are stuck in my drawer
The beauty of the poem,
has become ugly.
Heroes of novels and epics,
They are ready to jump,
into the ditch by standing on the edge.
So I need a publisher today.
Someone said the form of Devkota,
Someone said the form of Lekhnath,
Some belief in the incarnation of Siddhicharan
Some belief in the incarnation of Rimal.
But I standing in the middle
of my literary books,
I am waiting for death.
Thinking that,
along with my death,
They too will die.
So I need a publisher today.
I know that,
My literary books will burn
with my death.
My experience will die
along with my life.
Along with my age,
my sense of age will also die.
My thoughts will die,
along with my feelings.
So I need a publisher today.
