~Arun Budhathoki~
Is like a silhouette
Of year?s first spring?s greedy shower,
The waiting place spurned by unhealthy driver
Splashes, the light of darkness dissolves
In the thick purging drops of sympathy,
Rain?s flower bloom from the falling cries
And sighs of the white cloud over the angelic hill
Slaps its bluish forehead, somewhere far in the dream,
The dark room the sweetheart of a sinking heart
Carries the burden of the watery sun
And the falling going deep inside the crawling
In the falling
Sighs and wears an umbrella
Of the lost room, a bit,
A rainbow?his bones of lost years
Push the body,
Chains of tear hanging on the blue emeralds
Of the dry sky,
A fall and the angel
Is like a pearl
Of life?s first love?s shrewd ray,
A way in a Dream.
Arun Budhathoki ,
Kathmandu, Nepal
(Source : Pardesh.com)
