Stripped naked like the azure sky,
The bloom,
The source of beauty
In the night,
The world might fall into deep slumber,
But has the moon stopped shining?
Even the dearth of passerby
The road has never warped its way
What’s if the bloom has no garb
The awesome beauty adores it.
The clothes adorned me,
I’m not a bloom.
Could never be sky-naked,
Beauty sulked away from me.
@Basanta Maharjan
(First published in ‘The People’s Poet’, summer community Magazine 2004)