Parameters chase cynical tunnels,
Cluster laments—dumbfounded.
Young saplings, not to be precise,
At the top of misery marches agony.
Walk at tortoise’s pace,
Were fitted into worthless existence.
Cunning thoughts amid cajoling,
But somewhat—
Unsolved clouds plunge in ocean,
Commotion evaporates bizarre time.
✍️ Nirajan Bohara
MPhil Scholar, Kathmandu University
