Mainali Poem by Damaru Ballav

The reverberation of your guffaws,
you never noticed back then.
The waves they produced in the air
have now travel a long distance.
Will you go there, back in time
just to notice that reverberation that you didn't before?
You know it's impossible,
but the waves are still alive.
The echos they have formed are still innocent.
In the room once you made your class they seek your presence.
The vapors of your tears,
the way they rose above in the air
and escaped out, when somebody motioned the windowpane.
Did you notice then?
They have traveled high above
and accumulated,
do you feel now when it rains?