Dinner
Far-off
I hear echoing
Approaching my ear
The wind- transporting
Frequency of the air
Ripples on a lake
Gently disperse.
In a quiet and stagnant
Water surface-
Jumping fish,
Broken silence
Twilight that lead;
Rowing oar- a boat
Fisherman returns
The day is done
Her eyes are waiting
His weary way
For: the dinner.
Copyright © Hem Raj Bastola | Year Posted 2013
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