Showing posts from May, 2012

Dead Roses and Dead Soul

Dead Roses and Dead Soul No one saw his major loss

Every morning 
walking up to miles
he collects roses
with the hope
he can give them to her one day Every afternoon
forgetting disappointments
he collects hope
with the dream 
she will be with him one day Even by the end of the day,
those fading roses on his desk
and depressed soul within him,
both continue to live
with a desire of reconciliation someday Times changed
but she didn’t. His soul continues to breathe
he sprays water to roses
hoping neither of them dies
hoping they both live for one more day
where they can hope for one more. She never came back
she decided she won’t. Roses withered and died
his soul grieved and died.
He buried roses and his soul
with no hope of a further journey
with no desire for tomorrow. All saw dead roses
being sorry for its loss
but the dead soul within him
no one cared to search
and remained invisible forever. Suraj Ghimire 2020 This poem was first posted on

We Stand United

We Stand United (poem for my nepal)

We will Stand United To be of one country We will stand for our country United for motherland To be loyal children of our mother United for mother land, we will Stand as Nepali, To create a power a power that brings hope We will stand for hope hope of peace and love we stand for love love with brotherhood we will Stand for our brother that will unite one another that will unite you and me that will unite our nepal despite of cast and creed We will stand together we will Stand stable to let other know, We are Nepali, Powerful nepali, powerful, yet kind and humble We will Stand Together for all these We will Stand United Not to stumble again Not to fall again We Stand together, united together