In Her Reminiscence

Chabilal Thapa
Alta, Norway

My heart burns down when I recall-
The cozy lap of her I slept on,
The days I passed with her of delight
And her face of charm my eyes fed on.

Years gone, having not a glance at her
And I meet her only in my dreams.
Away I am now from her immortal love,
In agony crying and praying to God

A second, in her absence, seems to me a day
So a month a year and never passes the time;
A day seems to be a night and a night a dream
And found myself lost in the darkness of misery.

Sweet memory of her oozes out from the heart
And flows from the eyes into a hot lake of tear;
Pain, frustration, discontentment and everything else;
All in the reminiscence of my dear homeland-

 22. March 2001, Timai.