Words and My Identity

Presenting the aura of my experiences
A wound itches
I reflect on myself
A temple is ready to be erected ;
Of emotion and impression.
My existence seeks his identity :
Words are medium
Colors are medium
Rhythms are medium ,
I prefer not colors
I prefer not rhythms
Not found any apt medium than words .
I began to use the words
I chose words and they choose my feelings,
In this exchange I make myself a poet
Giving an identity to my existence.

Durga prasad pokhrel
Parasnagar , chitwan
Nepal