Lonely Eyes
Peeping to the sky:
Beating wings of twilight
Leading home, the birds
Horizon, engulf the ember Sun.
Invitation of the dying day
Give rise to a tranquil bay.
Putting me in the battle
Of: need and happiness.
Every viewpoint
From the hot iron pan
Searching those mountains
Of a distant homeland
Cool breeze along with
Perfumes of spring woods
Memories of myrtles
Holding back to hear:
Cooing, Cuckoos.
Copyright © Hem Raj Bastola | Year Posted 2013
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