The sound of rain,
Dripping on the
roof;
Leaves Nostalgic me.
टेबलमा किताब,
किबोर्डमा
चल्दै;
मेरो लथालिङ्ग
दिमाग।
Tall, steep, Misty
Mountains,
The Sun Marching
away;
And I walk alone,
always.
बुढो
शङ्खेकिरा,
घस्रदैँछ
- कङ्क्रिट;
सुस्तरी-
सुस्तरी।
The silent Breeze,
In a hot summer
midnight;
Close, yet far away.
हाम्रो जीवन,
पेन्डुलम
जस्तै;
सँधै संघारमा।
A limbless kid-
crawling,
I see me- with shoes;
says- Life is good.
स्थिर छेपारो,
कुर्दैछ- भुरा
किरा;
ब्यर्थको
प्रयास।
Prawes,
Out of the Old self,
Marches
on...adapting!
