Poem

                                                                                         Silili

Downwards flows the Koshi

Upwards the memory.

 

Either, I feel the mother’s love,

Or, it is the nostalgia I feel!

Siriri siriri

Sometime

Bengal breeze blows

making to fold these eyes.

O! breeze,

O! darkness

Whose void is it

who sends these hues and

warmth?

 

To fill the void in me

– the mother

I lost-

Or,

the love

That is yet to be?

Parbat Limbu

https://www.creativewritingnepal.com

 

A poem entitled ‘Kathmandu’ by Ganesh Rai

 

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