Gone are the days we had a fun.
Now is the time to take a turn.
The trip of life is full of crept-
truths are bitter so hard to accept.
O'er we stayed I might caused pain.
your excuses are what I gain.
you were the one to enlighten me-
What shall I pay in return to thee?
At pace you move,I've a wish-
for your tranquil perfect as bliss.
Beloved are those whom I miss
(O! my dear,I always miss)2 -Govind Neupane
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