Where have those days gone,
Sheltered in each other's company,
Days we hiked Nagarkot?
Where have all those nights gone,
Lost in each other's arms,
Eves we roamed Durbarmarg ?
All sweet memories-
Raja, see them sailing away
With the water I am rinsing,
Radish dices for pickles.
With the upsy-daisies
Of the little ones,
All talks of love
Have become shabby and obvious.
Remember those moth- eaten letters
Those faded pictures in the trunk?
Years too have yellowed,
Like the cauliflower I'm cooking.
The color of youth has grayed,
Like the sesame and rice I'm sorting.
These sedentary 60's
Were once turtledoves of 16.
Who'll believe it ?
They just let it pass,
Like a dream,
Too good to be true.
You know,
I know.
Let them.

------- Author's Notes -------

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