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Raghab Nepal

Far high in the sky a dim cloud looked

Like a shy princess adorned with a smile

And which turned me blue.

A mild wind changed the very view; the princess

To a scary witch. My face turned black.

How do we cling to our belief in things

When our eyes start

Singing the song of betrayal

When so long history

Which we've learnt and admired

Turns out to be a story of a drunken man!

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