Poems by Til Kumari Sharma

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Til Kumari Sharma is a Multi Award Winner in writing from an international area from Paiyun 7- Hile Parbat, Nepal. She is known as Pushpa Bashyal around her community. Her writings are published in many countries. She is a featured-poet and a best-selling co-author too. She is a poet of the World Record Book ” HYPERPOEM”. She is co-organizer of it too. She is one of many artists to break a participant record to write a poem about the Eiffel Tower of France. Her World Personality is published in Multiart Magazine from Argentina. She is feminist poet. She is published as the face of the continent ( Cover Page of Asia) in Humanity Magazine. She is made as portrait ” Poetic Legend of Asia” by Nigerian Painter. She has got “World Creative Hero” award from LOANI: Leaders of all nations international. She is now journalist in Literature Journal of USA.
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Love as Sick Flower:

No feelings in love in my life;
Always engaged in the writing and art.
My alienation seeks true love of heart.
My isolation seeks the lover of one love.
But found engaged with another.
See love as disaster of life.
Then turns to survive in the art.
No greediness in the love of falseness and others.
Then turns in the huge innovation of the art.
No interest in the love and other’s sympathy.
Then live the life of freedom and alienated beauty.
No hope of getting true love;
It is like material existence for all.
Life is only joyful in my alienated art.
I love you art of eternality.

Tomb of My Early Love:

Memory of dead love beats me a lot.
Me seems sick often in my life.
Before my birth, love was in tomb.
After my birth, it was decorated in the mist.
Showy following was seen once
To see my drop of tears in the eyes.
Tomb was strong enough
To bring death in my honest heart.
Only material figure followed once
To fall me in love of falseness.
I was at the distance
Thinking my love was not existed yet.
Now I am free bird not to fall in love of anyone.
But I am falling in the love of art.
That is pure like oceanic water.