~Sunil Khanal~
The nude trees next to my apartment
seemed to be sighing all winter long
perhaps they remember those cold days
and my pathetic kindness
“What a skeleton!” I used to shout
“God has no mercy on you dear!
You better hibernate yourself !”
A cold December night, the falling snow
seemed like soft cotton balls but just
being too hard on the trees
Restraining rampant squirrel
and the impetuous bird mocked them
making even more timid
All-engulfing winds shattered them more
leaving almost in a doom
All the ruthless attempt turned to be in vain
The cold ice collapsed as the sun went on a rampage
The mist, fog and the clouds made a way
for the sun to meet with the trees in benevolence
The subtle buds started to grow with vigor
Birds rejoiced chirping in jubilation
The blossoms hustled to amuse
Now they started mocking at me
One of them stood and said
“Oh dear, how ignorant and poor
you are not to know the balance of nature”,
It was nothing but just a metamorphosis
which has been going for diuturnity
Another whispered to me
“Change is always ugly and latent to see occurring,
but beautiful and rapturous after when you stop suffering
from the pain”
I was delighted and inspired by them
I started to run away from them hiding
my cynical face asking everyone for “My metamorphosis”
Sunil Khanal
Bellevue, USA
Volume V:: May, 2002
(Source : Pardesh.com)
