Prabalta Rijal Biography

I'm tired,
tired of dreams
that turn to nightmares
just tired of promises
...

look into your soul
if you even have one

Your fake accusations
...

I stand on the far side
And watch the tide
As the waves stride in
Where sandy a beach lies
...

I trust not the fickle heart of man,
For man, like shadows, fades away.
I trust not death's relentless hand—
For forms are born to shift and sway.
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The sun's all bright
and the birds are taking flight
with my note of plight
...