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Journey, had traveled the roads / Kamala B. Sarup

Journey,
Had traveled the roads,
And hills,
Nights and Morning
Emotional and
Sentimental,
Journey, day for a long time.
Night for a long time,
Journey, had begun
Had traveled the roads
As I feel,
The truth,
Freedom
It is each other fully.
With roads,
A cold weather is blowing.
After
Long out walking.
And I am sitting on the window.
The moon and the
Trees are shaking
Flower is smiling,
My life,
Many things of life.
The existence of life

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Smoke Does Not Come Out

I have no time, O Death, to spare;
Do not come to summon me.

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What kind of a life is this!

What kind of a life is this!
Empty inside
Life merely on the surface

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Poems Will Remain United (Woman Power)/ Kamala B Sarup

"Kamala, who is knocking at the door?" my aunt asked. I was then in Jhapa, Nepal during the last of May. She began to drink water from the pot and took a long breath. "How can I know who is at the door?" I said.

I was cooking rice. I found no time to see that the wood was not burning because it was too wet. "Perhaps they are maternal uncle and cousin, who want to stay here for the night," she said as she stepped down the stair carrying clothes, smiling at me.

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