छोक : रोटी

~आभास~Aavaas - Achyut Prasad Phuyal

यो कुनै प्रतिष्ठित बिम्व होइन
जसलाई
न घाम झैँ कवितामा सजाउँन पाउँ
न जून झैँ गीतमा गाउँन पाउँ
यो कुनै गुराँस होइन
यो कुनै पलाँस पनि होइन
न मन्दीर पुज्नै पाउँ
न प्रेमीकाको हातमै थमाउँ ।

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