Walk with me through this unending journey
And tell me, my friend, what all you can see?
Is it that tender touch of flowering and decay?
Or incessant showers of summer days
It might be about the seamless rise and fall of the tides
That loosens you a little with all good vibes
Or do you often dream of the yellowing willows?
That winter skies and through the grey chimneys, smoke that billows
Is it something about that sweet tweets and fragrant air?
All with the spells of the shadows goes dark, dead and disappear
Or do you never think of those long, lonely and loveless nights
Sinking you until blessed with the warmth of another daylight.
– By Arun Bahadur Gurung