Bhawana Pokhrel

We have travelled this road

When we were high, with

Zephyr, blending our bundle

And bundles of passionate pith

We have travelled this road

When we were low, unable

To part after mutual merge

Of impossibility, on the verge

For loving and living, leaving

Was, is, like casting the scales;

An insatiable and nascent love

A birth of sad, silent us– in sobs

Thus

As we’ve travelled this road

Fly me ab’ve words ‘n clouds

Drive me past deafness and

Doubts, to the blanket of bliss

The blooming bud when burns

It hurts, pains, and maims

Yonder, “to love is to surrender”; if not

In the path of honest and humble love

May this axiom be a road to remember!