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Biography: Ms. Til Kumari Sharma as Multi Award Winner in writing from international sector is from Bhorle- Hile, Paiyun 7, Parbat, West Nepal. Her parents are Mr. Hari Prasad Bashyal ( Mayor of Village Assembly in time of Kingdom ) and Mrs Liladevi Bhusal / Bashyal. She is PhD scholar in English Literature from Singhania University Rajasthan, India. She has published many thousands of poems, some essays, and stories and other literary writings in International Magazines, groups and anthologies from ( amazon.com) Russia, America, England, Hong Kong, Greece, Philippines, Hungary, Brazil, Chile, Scotland, Indonesia, Bangladesh, South Africa, Kenya, Nigeria, North Africa, Trinidad and Tobago, Spain, India, Nepal and many other countries. She is featured -poet and best -selling co-author too. She is world renowned poet now. She has got gold, silver and excellent award from different international groups of poetry.
Purity of Nature:
Dancing words with my dream
Born from womb of mind
Without partner, words are born to keep my existence.
Real virtue is there.
Isolation is my joy.
Night is bright for me.
Pleasure as in addicted words of my mind.
Flight to lead globe with my ethics of humanity.
Taking this fire in my head and body.
Being as goddess of virtue
Warrior as from earth.
Literary warrior
The queen of knowledge
Not in human palace
But in universe to lead the earth
Taking the nature as my weapon.
Surviving in corner of earth.
Leads sun, moon, stars
Making settlement in sky of universe.
Me as different feminist than community of females.
So l like to live as yellow fire in earth.
Failure of My Love:
Really Love is failure in my luck.
Because I only loved you.
You were making competition of many girls.
There was choice of yours.
Tasting each.
I did not know your such game.
I used to look only your love.
I didn’t know how the playground of love killed me there.
So I did get zero mark to get your love.
I did love you only without looking face and without touching body.
But you were happy in selection among many.
Your intention was only to make me fall in love .
Not acceptance was your distance.
I knew later you were engaged with other.
I did not know love as exchanging factor.
You did select the other to spend life.
I was very proud girl to you.
I know I am real proud due to one love.
Alas my one love was died early due to your another selection and touch to other.
So I did not go to compete with many girls in your criminal playground.
When you left me,
I was in grave and rose from grave being strong goddess not to fall again in love.
Love game is hate to me.
I don’t not know your face now.
Even your touch was not acceptable by me when you selected another one.
So I forgot you completely.
I would not mourn to your death because you were died earlier to me in game of love.
You did not care and share to me.
Now I am surviving in this spiritual ground of my philosophy to teach world what is true love.
Mine was true love but your love was to many.
Alas my love was declared as dead before my second birth.
I was in grave later and death feared to me.
Death as my close and soul mate did not keep me in ditch.
Wonderful death is my soul mate.
Giving the power to survive with my art.
Really I am surviving with no love.
The art is my crown to eternity.
Wonder is that all my tears are transformed in art of eternal entity.
Now I am free, alone to survive without love.
It is my pure freedom to fly and lead earth.
Now I am stronger than earthquake, flooding and thunderbolt of earth.
When my tears are starting, the earth is in mourning
Earthquake appears.
Thunderbolt beats other.
Volcano weeps with my tears.
Nature communicates to me.
As I am nature lover.
Flooding dives earth.
I am in wonder of movement of earth in my tears.
Then I take rest with art.
Dearest Father, Hero of My Bone:
Papa I heard there is no one to give true love.
It is real Papa, I felt in my life.
Without true love, bed of gold and diamond is nothing for me.
Your kingdom was ruined by king’s brother and queen’ s sister.
Alas king queen’s heredity finished that all were killed.
Palace is empty now.
To captivate the power, both brother and sister killed same blood at dark night.
As your kingdom, my brothers and their wives never supported me.
Your other daughters have ego to my dream.
I saw the tricky family in my living root too.
Ego of theirs harmed me a lot.
Disrespected my life enough.
Love was failure.
No hero is existed to favour me Papa.
But I am in your heart of heaven and I am strong enough to kill ego of them.
True love was nowhere.
So did not marry.
Do not feel agony in heaven.
My artistic fame in world gives me power to survive.
Alone I am here to doubt the family members too.
They supported to those gang which disrespected me.
So I have to hide my witting along to breath.
So left home and lived the life as of refugee.
So father I am in the world of treachery now.
Bless me to be highest in earth
No separation in your love Papa.
No hero is existed yet to secure my dreams.
So egoists people are here from home to outside.
So I did not accept any man in love.
That I did not see any man with high aim and true love to me.
You were hero of my bone to secure and to be proud father.
Feel proud to daughter that I would be never in wrong direction.
Feel proud in my legacy not to do wrong forever.
I love you Papa.
My security doctor as hero of my life.
© Til Kumari Sharma
Paiyun 7- Hile
Parbat, Nepal
Now in Capital City
Kathmandu, Kirtipur
Sept.15/ 16-2023
