Kumari Sharma (poezi)
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Kumari Sharma
MY GRAVE OF GOLDEN GLORY:
The glory of my art is alive.
This provides me breath.
The bosom mate is my art of higher imagination.
This will be the glory in my death bed.
People weep for death of their blood.
But there will no one to weep in my death.
Because there was already death before my birth.
From that soil, I stood and took birth again.
There is another life after death.
I was shining there.
The life is painful wound that me must love myself.
Me wept for myself.
The art is making me alive.
The so-called near and dear people
wound me a lot.
So life in death bed will be glorified with my word and simplicity.
© Til Kumari Sharma
Paiyun 7- Hile
Parbat, Gandaki
Nepal
July 25-2025
