I

I am flawed ,

lapsed ,

error-made 

and not first class.

I'm the one 

who is color - driven 

and sensible 

the one who fall,

get bruised ,

cut,

bleed and cry,

forve easily.

I may be careless -

out of nothing,

I may be the most disgusting 

piece of thing for you ,

a disarray of grief.

I am not perfect 

and not anybody's eka pun sanda. 

I am no beautiful 

not color washed

or the one that glitters 

like tharu piri ahasa. 

I hurt
I ridicule

and yet

I think of you in every way.

I am a figure ,

the most sickened for you some days

but soft ,

in your heart

I'd like to think.