| dhocholecha |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 02:05 PM
Mohni/Dasain Greetings
Puffing and puffing until my lungs hurt,
I created a Nepal-sized balloon,
Tied it with a gold-and-red string,
And let fly unto the skies.
The kite-friendly winds
Bore it to the frigid heavens
And exploded my breath
Into millions of invisible confetti,
That now twirl lazily towards the earth.
Dear Winds, I prayed:
In these uncertain times of violence and upheaval,
To my every Nepali brother and sister,
At home or in diaspora,
And especially to those lonely, hurting, and lost,
(Not to mention the thousands dead)
Please deliver any falling fragment of this diffuse,
All-encompassing love I feel, today.
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