Friday, April 10, 2009

Chisapani Breeze

Far from the city and the crowds that I have,
My country place reminding- the hilly top,
In front, the dark hill- waving the trees,
Hitting my back- the midnight breeze,
The fire lighting me warm over the night,
My friends cracking jokes
And keeping me alive,
Trimming down the tensions- the local wine,
Giving me the life - "tumse manki lagan",
Cheering truest fun- your inner presence!!


nirmala mani adhikary said...


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Optimistic Guy said...

Everytime i think like the memorable moment we passed through will never return. But i have learned that the moment will return and it will surely return but in another form we maynot anticipate at all. This is what i understand by "Being optimistic".
Good Poem Rajan.