I seek a bard, deep in me!
While on my voyage in the
street!
With no argosy, confront where
I,
A thousand stories!
Limned on their face,
Thoughts as high as tides!
Some rough, some smooth,
Inhumed under their smiles,
Bestrewed pieces of life,
I walk, reading them all!
Blithe, a few are not…
A few fulgent in their glory,
Gloomy some, as their shadowy
past!
And a few whited sepulchres
With their phoney chivalry!
And a few trysts that should
never last!
I cherish, beholding them all!
Why I am happy?
Wondered never I,
When I am lost,
I find more of me!
Amidst these evanescent faces
in the street…
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
