September sky
PeepIng throgh wodden window, i glance the ethereal beauty of Sulinght
Amid the whole country by its soft delicate rays of september
The moods of festive beams are spreads under
The joy, the ectasy are calling me
The ineffable mood evoking within my souls are exploding
Not drowning me to my stupid pain
And i do clearly remember, the fast moving wind;
The intimate friends and brother, the splendid hours on the roofs
Kites flying high in the sky, as the dream we weave with freedom
Now, the path we are longing and walking are clear as september sky
Hope we fly high and make the threads stonger..
poem by Shraman bajracharya
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