Time and Zero Farming

Time And Zero Farming -Subas Khanal People who are taking pictures of age Suddenly followed by fear of death It was not just a short story of a thriller movie In the raw wind blowing towards the settlement There was smell of terror There was no such thing before People were living excitedly under the guise of hypnosis And were making respectively The mountain of ego that cannot be climbed The horizon of ambition that cannot be reached by flying All of a sudden The speed of time stopped But there Just like before In the silence, the lizards are screaming The owl have their own regularity The diary of scorpion palms has not changed Mosquitoes are moving at the same speed The snakes are still alive Instead, in this period Were there people? The most poisonous And time is taking revenge. Slippery insects are stuck in power To their saliva Translator of them to remember a little bit of nectar Telling the opposite story The time is slipping away like a worm Those who walked to the next horizon Stopped in the middle But the roads are still paved Who wants to bring people away The sky is open everywhere Who wants to say to the man - go beyond the perimeter The wind is blowing The river is flowing Who are teaching people the definition of speed But Man Remembering their old days With crunchy face Is sitting in the corner of destiny And doing - zero farming By sticking the identity of the 'people' caste Me - a man is reading another chapter of helplessness. But I still haven't given up dreaming.