Special One Poem by Aman Basnet

He was warmth in the freezing cold.
He was like a shade under the scorching sun.

He walked like morning light—
soft, warm, and unannounced.

He was a lantern on roads I feared to walk.
He was a bright moon in my endless dusk.

As the seasons went by, he too began to fade.
I wanted to be with him like an eclipse.

But nothing is permanent.
Maybe some lights are borrowed, not kept.

Some souls are made for motion.
Maybe we were never meant to be together

But I will wait for the night when our orbits touch.

I will wait for you
like winter waits for summer
and summer waits for cold—
with patience,


We didn't know it's the last time