In her youthful fancy
she plucked the sun from the sky.
Filled in with immense passion
for this young morning sun,
she held it tight to her bosom
and felt its warmth skin to skin.
How long one can surrender?
The sun had its promise to the sky
To come back soon!
But unwilling to share the sun
with anyone else,
she wrapped the sun carefully
with her soft red shawl
and quietly hid it
in a corner of her own memory-shelf.
And now,
the sun no more shines in the sky
to show the world
how happy she is!
(From Of Nepalese Clay Issue 19)
Nice!!
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