Poem by Til Kumari Sharma (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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POEM BY TIL KUMARI SHARMA - NEPAL
Ms. Til Kumari Sharma as Multi Award Winner in writing from the international literary branch is from Bhorle- Hile, Paiyun 7, Parbat, Gandaki, West Nepal. Her parents are Mr. Hari Prasad Basel / Bashyal Sharma ( Mayor of Village Assembly) and Mrs. Lila Devi Bhusal/Bashyal. Til is known as Pushpa too. She is Hindu by religion. But she respects all religions. She has published many thousands of poems, some essays, and stories and other literary writings in international magazines, groups and anthologies from (Amazon) Russia, America, England, France, Germany, Cuba, Japan, Kosovo, Algeria, South Korea, Argentina, Albania, Lebanon, Hong Kong, Greece, Philippines, Hungary, Brazil, Chile, Scotland, Indonesia, Egypt, Serbia, Tajikistan, Bangladesh, South Africa, Kenya, Nigeria, North Africa, Tunisia, Trinidad and Tobago, Spain, Sweden, India, Nepal and many other countries. She is a featured-poet and best-selling co-author too. She is a world-renowned poet now. She is poet of the World Record Book named HYPERPOEM. She is one of the artists to break a participant record to write a poem about the Eiffel Tower of France. She is an international peace ambassador of Bangladesh and ambassador of Moncheri Escapes of India and IACL too. Her real painting is made by Ukeme Udo from Nigeria and digital painting by the artist of Cuba ( Candido Cuenca). Her World Personality is published in Multi art 8 & 12 magazine from Argentina, biography from Mexico and so on. She is selected in the cover page of Asia ( Continent ) in Humanity Magazine of Russia, Trap Magazine of Egypt and Pachagazine of Kenya.
THE HIDDEN TOMB OF MINE
The tomb was made before my birth was unseen.
The tomb is decorated with art of writings now by me,
The green grass is singing to transform me into a new birth.
The unseen tomb is hidden inside lavas.
Though tomb respects my art of eternity,
Rejecting my immediate death and breathless condition.
Dishonesty of civil war and my own relatives' politics.
Tomb is in height.
Their dream to keep me down.
Their showy excellency to me.
But my grave fights against them who keep me in a low position.
The tomb of mine is genuine which nourishes my thoughts and philosophy.
Humanity of honesty with morality is planted in my tomb.
My breath here is no more endurable.
Though I am saving against the polluted environment.
Sometimes there can be heard unheard voices.
Sometimes talkative people seem around me.
Sometimes a jobless and useless struggle is painful.
My effort to revive me brings hope to stand alone.
No encouragement from my own blood.
Egoist bones had built tomb to me before my birth.
These grave or tomb diggers are supporting my opponents.
Still they invite me to live with them.
Is there security to me ?
The tomb diggers are digging my tomb but the tomb does refuse to take me early.
My art of words makes me strong to stand alone.
Oct. 26-2024 (Now Kathmandu, Kirtipur Nepal)
Prepared Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter
