Hope for healing

‘My heart’ is a huge mass of

Nimbus cloud

Engaged with mixed feelings that

Burst out loud

 

The combination where

Sorrow, pain, regret and misery meets

The route that swear

To present every life feat

 

Among the thunder and the storm

It seeks for a placid field.

Even in the tumultuous form

The whisper of hope meant to be healed

 

Though the sky hides among the mist

And still if the cloudburst,

There always remains a light that exist

Which strengthens to change it first

 

So, let the pressure, grant the pour

Later when the coast shows it down

It will find a peaceful core

And finally renew the entire town.

 

Shreya Shrestha

BA Ist Year

Bagiswori College, Bhaktapur