As the yesteryear wraps itself up…

As the yesteryear wraps itself up-

I walk…

The same lane…

I was on…

Watching each year passing by…

Smiles waving at me…

And grieves clutching my lace…

I saw them all…

An autumn of loneliness…

Clouds of challenges hit my face…

The spring that left me awestruck…

And the winter of love…

I saw them all…

When it rained- of tears…

And drenched me, full…

Apologies begged their pardon…

And sympathy ruled!

I saw them all…

When my mom passed by me…

I held her hand…

As soft as the fur,

She kissed and went her way…

And this farewell,

Mockingly laughed at me…

That silence- hushed at me…

And the pain engraved that pain…

It bleeds of roses…

I saw them all…

Like this moon-

A lone-watcher!

An owl of my night!

A lost wanderer

…I am…

Things went passing by-

Some amused me-

And some made me cry!

Yes, I remember them all-

As I walked tall-

Against all,

That made me fall!

Yes, I saw them all…

And I still walk…

The same lane…

I was on…

With this mild smile…

As my shadow…

Wags its tail…

And,

As the yesteryear wraps itself up…

-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"