Sunday, August 12, 2012

Real Illusion








If  she was Marpha brandy,

I 'd drink her every night,

She claims herself to be a holy grail,

Of which I am a devotee

Long for the pleasant reunion,

She simply sweeps away 

As the sand wind in Jomsom,

Leaving me deserted on the windy-sandy

River-bed of Kaligandaki life!

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