When this spring brings to me,
Some silence-
While I walk down the lane-
Thousands, stepped on.
I knew down in me-
A lost child seeks-
The warmth!
I certainly look for-
No words-
But that silence…
Where I could lie down!
And feel-
The pain that strangled
You!
Then,
I have no regrets!
You must be a light!
That light
Which woke me up-
From the nightmare!
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
Photo credit: Albert Anker
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