and realized past memories are always good,
to recall at present either they are grief of wound,
or they are garden of joy which makes mood,
fresh and I recall my past memories right now,
I had only happy memories trying to invest,
much effort to forget present of bad shadow,
I still remember I used to carry joy in a chest,
of mine, you used to take me to the light dark,
jungle to search food myself and enjoy fresh,
wind which came from hill which had mark,
of snow, I really loved the views and my stress,
used to get hidden in the heart of chill wind,
I used to be happy when I received chill storm,
but I hardly felt cold and peace was in mind,
of mine, I enjoyed my life gladly with some,
smiles as I had very thick hair, I used to speak,
a lot with my friends at night in our cottage,
I was frank with them but I was a little meek,
I still remember I used to look out from cage,
to see stars fall though I didn't have any wish,
as my life had no pain, I was completely in bliss,
but for the last 12 days i have lost all my happiness,
from my life since you have taken all my hair,
to sew clothes which help you hide blush from face,
of yours and get protected from the cold air,
heat of the sun and look very much cute,
like kings and queens but my body is naked,
as I have no hair so I'm now silent and mute,
I feel like a corpse and want to be in a bed,
of grave, I'm also a girl so I also feel shame,
without any dress, please give something,
to wear, I feel cold and I'm in a deep blame,
neither do I talk to my friends nor I sing,
songs gladly, I'm scared of going near,
to my friends as I have raised excitement,
in their hearts to have sex with me there,
as I have no hair, I wish I were not in present,
I have been raped by my many stupid,
friends at midnight even at day outside,
the meadow, you can also see this misdeed,
keenly with desire but you hardly try to ride,
to save me at least once, wind of the hill,
is also adding much grief in my cruel life,
I feel really very cold because of the chill,
wind so now I love doing sex though strife,
of pain creates deep wound, it's okay,
I can endure it as at least I'm able to receive,
some warmth by sex without any ray,
hope of escaping this also, I don't believe,
that I will be free from every wound and pain,
I'm also atheist so even god can't remove stain,
but I trust stars so whenever I see stars fall,
I usually wish that I forget to inhale breath,
soon, I want to be lost from the world and all,
I'm sure I will receive only joy after my death."
Written by Darshan Kc Saanku
NEP DATE: 2080 Jeth 26 Friday
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