By Basanta Maharjan
As dry leaves fell
Words fall
As leaves decay at wetland
Words sprout in me
And while the jungle of words flourish
I cannot say where I myself lose
Nirvana my entirety
I’m Buddha,
I’ blazed of words
Even if cut the jungle
The jungle of words burst forth being blood as offspring
And lose further more.
As leaves fell
Words fall
Gradually bloom the words within me
I don’t know the ultimate of this perpetuity
When will I get Nirvana?