No more am I the foolish customer
Of a dry, sterile, intellectual breeze.
I shall buy only
The weaving visions of the emerald-Beyond.
My heart-tapestry
Shall capture the Himalayan Smiles
Of my Pilot Supreme.
In the burial of my sunken mind
Is the revival of my climbing heart.
In the burial of my deceased mind
Is the festival of my all-embracing life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully said. I can see the Himalayas and festival of Dhasain, festing over the beauty of life! Thanks for sharing.