A new day is born
The snowbird sings of the spring.
The earthly pilgrimage
Responds to heaven and hell’s spell.
A fine evening elixir is drunk
From the lovers’ well.
A baby sun enlightens the morning
The shivering frailty is casted down the river
Last cremation is full of remembrance
Not a tear lost without a story to bear
A jolly night bird sings of the morning
In waking spirit of the aching hour.
The rituals are sacred under the day sun
Even a single day has its upbringing.
The night tells of pain,
The morning wakes up in jocund company
Of bright vivid flowery spring,
With not a fare-thee-well gesture
Only to keep returning
And flower like garland of smiles.
Copyright Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor