~Eagam Khaling~
I have a big poster of ‘Kanchanjanga’
On the wall of my uncosy room.
I swear, it’s not by me.
Moments curtained by the lives’ mountains
Couldn’t be seen again.
Winter sun is very warm and lazy at torrent.
Water buckets are still empty—
Today is Sunday.
I listened the music of watch,
Somebody is knocking divinely on the door.
Oh God!
How awake is my heart,
He is back again.
Are these bunches of flowers for me?
Thank you,
Thank you so much.
