Rainy Day Nostalgia

The bubbles overjoyed in the fields

Momentarily,

Yet Beautifully

The smile it brings,

Eternal,

Divine.

Takes me down

To my memory lane

The enchanting Bagmati,

Crystal clear aqua

The chills it offers

Down your throat,

Nirvana.

The melody on its gush,

The aurora visible on

A full moon day,

Ferns and Fauna

Dancing like a mystical

Mermaid.

Now that it’s all gone

And I live by the Carcass

Of bereaved Bagmati,

I curse civilization,

The concrete forest

And Educated morons like me.

(c) Abinash Parajuli