Darshan KC Saanku
The sky is being wrapped under many a cloud,
the sun has also been lost from my eyes,
but it’s still trying to gleam without being proud,
the wind is also calling storms from the skies,
and I’m now breathing fast due to deep fear,
as thunders are creating strife with scary light,
so I think you will come today also, my dear,
rain just as you came to me the last night,
look, everyone has hidden in his small home,
so you may see the entire world empty from,
outside, except me as I await for you, keen,
desire outside the balcony of my old nest
as I have fallen in your love for thirteen years
oh my dear rain, from my deep chest
I usually wish my eyes see you once a day,
as my ears get a chance to hear your sweet,
voice by kissing roof after coming from way,
of the sky though I always have to meet,
strong wind and thunder which try to scare,
and make me hide inside the dark room,
but I know I can’t get joy unless I walk to stair,
of challenges which may have pain of gloom,
so you can see me easily from the wood,
of my balcony, yes I always love to spend,
time with you and as a lover with a good,
mood I want be with you for the whole blend,
of life, I also have a desire and a wish,
to dance with you and become fully wet,
but I’m not very fortunate to do this,
or cold and fever fasten me, I am upset,
but I always sink my sadness from root,
of my heart as I can touch you from my hand,
and my heart sings songs gladly with a flute,
I get much more joy when you adorn the land,
with bubbles, I really enjoy the moment,
I’m awaiting for you today as well with deep,
desire, please come soon with a present,
for me, you are my friend and our friendship
will never be lost in the strong wind
and thunder, as you are my happiness,
I know you love me as you have also a kind
heart, oh dear rain come and reduce stress,
of mine, I just want to be till my last breath,
please come, I want to be glad even after death.
2080 Jesth 24, Wednesday
Darshan is a differently-abled poet who is constantly on wheelchair and uses the tip of his nose to write on a word processor. His poetry collection Darshan has just appeared in the Nepali market.
