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Bhuwan Thapaliya's Writings

Poem
A flower in the desert
Sep.29.2008
I feel like traveling  in a train with you and rove all over the city with you  eating finger chips.   I feel like watching a romantic movie with you and dance all around the trees  as they dance in a Hindi movie.   I feel like talking  on and on with you  without uttering a single word  on a Korean Air caressing your heart with my unspoken words.   I feel...
Poem
Sep.10.2008
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  Let them say, "You are beautiful,you are sexy, and you are hot." But you are for me a cadaverclad in a human formborn to terrorize the human raceand destroy everything else on Earth. You turn the white flowersinto darker red. O'! Life you never are! You bite the Earthand embrace the enginesof cancer and tuberculosis. O' you,O' hybrid seed of the end....
Poem
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Sep.09.2008
O’ how fragile and how weak is the shirt that hangs on the hanger dropped to the toe of a rack, without a face, nor any grace.   O’ how hopeless looks the necktie  around the collar of the woolen skeleton   - concentric rings of a painful death.   O’ a shirt on the hanger, what a naked romance it unfolds!   Copyright 2008 Bhuwan Thapaliya