Making Wishes

Making Wishes prose poem

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Nothing I shall do, to be a wisher;
No wishes to make.

Never mind,my friends,
The”Making Wishes” prose won’t run so long.

A wish precisely persists as a wish all along,
Until I’m propelled by the blowing wind of wish
To act upon at least.

Nothing I shall do, to open the door.
The door leads anew, to where I exist.

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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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