The Night Dream. Poem by Bigyan Mainali

Along the clouded road
The birds of spring ask.
"Who are you? "
"I am the traveler in the earth like you, " I replied.
Bizarrely, it trusted me.
Rejoice, laugh, and sing with me.
"Who are you? " It asked me again.
"No one in front of you
Your beauty of rejoice
Your nourish of laughing
Your song of ecstasy
I am just no one." I spoke truly.

"The paradox born due to paradox
You are no one due to me
I am no one due to you
The sorrow in your breathe
The falsity of you joy
The illusion kept you in knowingness.
Rotten my sense and whole sight
The place I dwell and live." It wept.

"Long trail of life
I have traveled
Smells rotten, feels the beauty
Touch the soft, bear the hard
But unable to get the way of freedom." I queried.

"Far beyond this awful prison
I have seen the way
Toward destiny and ecstasy
Map and hush toward it.
But the path is hard
Raindrop suffers you
Winter fall frosts you
Summer sun heats you
But the spring always awaits you
Take my wing, feel
The intangible sense of fleeting
Fly and fly above the horizon." It replied.

I started flying over and over the horizon
The bright sky, the vision
Grow dimmer and dimmer
The heart beats slower and slower.