Change - Poem by Purushottam Dhakal
To the melting snow
The winter asked
Do you no more have the desire to walk with me?
The snow answered
The time expired, and I didn’t realize my own melting
Probably I do not exist anymore!
So I thought, I shall become a flood and meet the sea
In this pretence,
At least my desire to meet the sea will be fulfilled
Again in the winter next year
To become the snow and fall, and to cover the extreme heat after that
I need to meet the sea.
The winter was startled
In that moment of farewell, the winter changed the colour of its face
Seeing the floating dry leaves
The spring season asked
You do not want my company anymore?
The dried leaf said
I have gone old and useless.
Rather than fly and disappear
It’s better to burn and vanish.
In this pretence
My wish to meet my soil
Might be materialized.
Probably I might become helpful
On the arrival of the next season.
On hearing the leaf’s idea
The spring broke into roaring laughter of separation
Changing the colour of its face.
Here the winter is gone
And the world is preparing to enjoy the conjugation with spring.
Probably hearing the words of the snow and the leaf
The changing colour of the roaring seasons
And this coming and going game of the nature
The dried leaf understood
The melting snow too understood
But as a man, I could not.
The leaf knows its end
The snow knows when it shall melt
The season too knows the time of separation
With the dried leaf and the snow.
: : Purushottam Dhakal a Los Angeles, California-based journalist working for the www.nepal24hours.com...Integration Through Media. (You can reach him via email: firstname.lastname@example.org)
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