Of the street and life

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"