अनुहारको कुहिरोसित : With the mist of face

Again for a while

Let’s talk of mountains, hills and the beautiful rivers.

For a while  

In the ever-changing colours of sky  

Let the face drench

For a while

Of us having left and walked from the village  

Let’s stamp over tender footsteps of memories

To the background tunes of the nature

And dusting down the stresses

The paths we never walked upon earlier

If is to be walked, lets walk it too

Many a times

If it is to be tumbled down, then too let’s walk

The most frequent  

Road where accidents occur Is one’s own heart.

Sometimes the death warranted everyday  

And the graveyard to bury

And  

Every day  

The womb to be born being anew  Is ones own heart only.

For a while let’s talk of that heart

For a while let’s talk of that very life.