Poem

In Your Memory

Sweet sound of surging Daraudi
With owl's far deep call
Let me lie thy foggy lap
Of the comming fall.

Dripping dew in early morning
From mimosa twig
gives thy smell of the past
of my last love league.

Oh flying fog of the top
In the far blue hill
Tell her tale of the tail
Which me often chill. Surendra Devkota

Daraudi= Name of river