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Couplet                                                          Ballad

     A unit of verse consisting of two successive             The Ballad poem originated as a folk that tells us
     lines, usually rhyming and having the same               an enticing story. People make and sing Ballad in
    meter and often forming a complete thought               cultures that have no reading or writing, as well as
                    or syntactic unit.                                           in those that do.

                                                                                            Nature



        Life                                                                             Sitting in agentle tree



                                                                                 Watching the seasons go by

                                                                                                    It is all I need
                                                                                    Yet a tear stings my eyes


                                                                                         I start from my haven
                                                                                   Looking out from my porch

                                                                                Depressing at what can't be
                                                                           Gazing at what we wish it to be


                                                                                                I see fire raging
                                                                                             Across a hilly plain

                                                                                  I see trees become a page
                                                                                       And guns causing pain



      The shortness of life is like a drop of ink                                       So sad and much pain
      When it ends we will never be able to link.                            Our will to care shows no avail
                                                                                                 Like gentle rain

      The world follows its dream                                                         Becoming fierce hail
      Deep inside they hear the heart scream
                                                                                 Nature is filled with serenity

      With every word as loud as desire                                    Get filled with the untamed wild
      To any extent goes like a bonfire                                               Nature is filled with love

                                                                                         Yet is filled with hate

                                              Nirbecca Thapa
                                                                                                    Naabim Prasai

















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