I am student. Studying at kathmandu. And also working at a radio.


Time is coming

From every hand,
from lands both hospitable and hard,
from jungle, slop, and stone,
and from gentle sighs

it comes
Time continually comes.

Water flows into water,
leaf dances upon leaf,
from the approaching of seasons,
and the sound of your speaking

time comes
Time continually comes.

It touches as if to say something

then listens to me awhile
thrashing about in my breathing
taking each moment

it goes
time continually goes.

It rises up from me
expanding heavenward
where it turns to blue sky
that will be my past

sing the songs, study, travel etc.

Songs of Narayan Gopal, Aruna lama, lochan Bhattrai, Rames, etc.