Feelings short poem

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Sometimes these feelings inside me,
tickle so hard at the core
in my body, physically.
But where ?
I don’t exactly know.

Somewhere beneath my head ?
or perhaps knocking under the chest !
but it does, and frequently.

The feelings;
like those waves that hustle
from middle of the ocean
and counter it’s shore, and repeatedly.

Like those fruits and leaves
falling from a tree,
these feelings shall never
be grounded forever.

These thoughts they vanish
for some moments, some days
and sometimes a year
in the middle of nowhere.
May be, they fly
by the wind of time
and the circumstance….

But, I believe
its a long long-way
for the ocean to dry
and turn into land.

And I believe,
those fruits and those leaves
shall keep on shedding
till the tree stands.

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Niraj Niroula

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'Let me write the instance confronting the death and I shall be the happiest man leaving', that's how I feel about writing.And about the Poetry; " His poetry, like your floating clouds of feeling, are but the blue drops of raining thought. To heal those pains of convention and fear; Nothing but the truth and nature to share."
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