Fallen Memories

Clean sky above, green trees in the surrounding, abode where he was born
Soothing and fresh air, a settlement beneath a tiny foothill
Sweet home stands and behold him with a warm feel
No worries just the happy child he was himself within

He'd sneak at the blue horizon at the dawn about to greet the sun
The rays' first illumination of majestic Kanchanjanga, Kumbhakarana stand at front by his home
The chirping sound of little birds, sayapatri, parijat, jaiful and the fragrance
Alas! He could subjugate the time, pack up the memories, run and run

The vegetation, the rocks, the banyan tree, the people, loved and cared
No vengeance, no grudges ever anyone had, but kindle empathy and generosity
The people always merry and mesmerize as if blessed by the almighty
Tranquil setup; happy and sad times that always was among shared

The rain, the sunshine, the wander on foot trails with his loneliness
The green paddy fields and the flowing water from each terrace
Song of solitary reaper, drench of rainfall still flashbacks and heart starts to race
God! can you be generous and bring again his childhood and bliss

Kamal Khanal
Kathmandu