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odonko-ba·December 9, 2016

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Darkness Falls

written by: Odonoko-ba

@odonkoba

Darkness
Falls upon the landscape
Apprehension
Covets
The air

Fear trickle
Where paranoia pervades
And death
Resides in shadows

Whispers tense
With urgent missive
Take heed
And lend an ear
An eye tooth a chin my friend
Death is visiting near

The creatures stir not
For fear of attrition
His armies march on in
Rape disease and pestilence
Will follow sorrows end

A land
Barren of life sits naked
Sifting through scarred remains

Of yesterdays
Sneerful of tomorrow
Where hope
Seems trifling and bane

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I might not be the smartest apple to fall from the tree but believe me, the resonance of my impact resoundingly reverberates the tree stirring emotions and messaging egos in quiet retribution. I am a moody anti-social introvert. Meaning: I Trust No One. My best friend is myself. My companion ~ my dog.
I write because I must. It is my life-line. My Beacon in a world cloaked in darkness, steadfast upon destruction, blinded by their own selfish needs...I write because I must, to maintain my sanity in an otherwise insane world.
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Suman Pokhrel

Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

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