Evening (Sunray)
Shekhar Rizal
Beldangi-II, Jhapa
Behold the dark wood;
She peeped among the dark;
There was what I could;
A slow song of lonely lark.
She dwelt as a mermaid;
But of forests’ a pure ! pure !;
Over the woods, a fair laid;
Hers the natural endeavour.
Of the stripped green meadows;
Her childish act of smiles;
That sounds and brighter it goes;
Between beauteous winding piles.
Even the cattle and their dusty hoofs;
Rode down the countryside;
She shapes the shelter aloof;
All mourns on disk, a soon glide.