Change

To the melting snow The winter asked Do you no more have the desire to walk with me? The snow answered The time expired, and I didn’t realize my own melting Probably I do not exist anymore! So I thought, I shall become a flood and meet the sea In this pretence, At least my desire to meet the sea will be fulfilled Again in the winter next year To become the snow and fall, and to cover the extreme heat after that I need to meet the sea. Hearing me The winter was startled In that moment of farewell, the winter changed the colour of its face Seeing the floating dry leaves The spring season asked You do not want my company anymore? The dried leaf said I have gone old and useless. I thought Rather than fly and disappear It’s better to burn and vanish. In this pretence My wish to meet my soil Might be materialized. Probably I might become helpful On the arrival of the next season. On hearing the leaf’s idea The spring broke into roaring laughter of separation Changing the colour of its face. Here the winter is gone And the world is preparing to enjoy the conjugation with spring. Probably hearing the words of the snow and the leaf The changing colour of the roaring seasons And this coming and going game of the nature The dried leaf understood The melting snow too understood But as a man, I could not. The leaf knows its end The snow knows when it shall melt The season too knows the time of separation With the dried leaf and the snow. :: Purushottam Dhakal a Los Angeles, California-based journalist working for the www.nepal24hours.com...Integration Through Media. (You can reach him via email: producerpuru@gmail.com)