Anup Dahal Poems

Where do the broken swans go, when lakes forget their name?
Do stars still sing for feathers torn, or whisper them in shame?
The moon once kissed their wings with light, now hides behind the veil,
As silence grows in sacred throats, too soft, too bruised to wail.
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What is love, thou ask'st, with lips like petals pressed in doubt?
Is it a whisper in the dark, or something souls can live without?
Nay love is not perfume in the air,
But the scent of rain on burnt letters,
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