The Honour You Want To Bestow Upon Me Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

The honour you want to bestow upon me
Indeed, it is beyond my ability to digest.
Me just hunger of your affection,
Love and compassion.
Honour and respect
Are not infinite by nature.
These variables don't last forever.
They will run away when they notice
Misfortune, tragedy and disaster
Whereas eternal features embodied in
Love, affection and compassion
Flow like everflowing rivers forever.
With the change in political atmosphere
The symbols of glory might be destroyed
Addressing them as residuals of Tyrants.
Honour and reverence might
Transform into hatred.
What is the use of that honour
That might change along with time, and
Your poor economic conditions, creating
Consequences not in favour of your prestige.
Honour and accolades are programmed
To satisfy mutual selfish motives.
You will honour someone
As long as he retains ability
To satisfy your needs and ego.
You make dramatic display of
Honour and respect for someone.
But as far as love is concerned
Your perceive it from inner core.
Along with true love
Affection and compassion
Flow together spontaneously.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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