Every Moment I Die Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

EVERY MOMENT I DIE
Every moment a man dies like me.
It is worthless to make an enquiry
With the mirror 'Who I am? '
When my own shadow left me.
Don't ask me, Oh my friends
What bleeding wound is...
It is precious gift of death
Presented by my beloved dear.
I have loved life, to live with passion.
Suddenly death entered my life through you.
Me....... ..nothing more than creeping worm
As I have unrecoverable sorrow to cry.
Better to die a thousand deaths
Rather than to face insult by the dearest dear.
Like a sacrificed goat,
Me... turned for 'A Show of Your Love '
I am enforced to enjoy sight of............
Offering flavour of flesh of my own flesh
To beloved and benevolent vultures.
Crying sounds of my tears,
Mingled with ringing of temple's bells.
I remained stranger among a crowd of my dears.
I suffered from impalpable pain due to your betrayal.
Tell me truly, oh my all friends.
Do you think me, yet I am alive.....?
Every moment I die to live.
Just to recall memory of Your Love
Just to recall memory of your Love.

By Tulsi Shrestha
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