Pimbahal Pukhu, built in 14th century, is one of the historical ponds of Kathmandu.
Pimbahal Pukhu. Holding hands, we sit
By the temple and look into the future.
A little goldfish quivers on the waters,
A small blue swallow thrums inside our hearts.
You hum an old tune, look into my eyes,
And say, "Is life always so beautiful?"
I think about helpless days of childhood,
A family of four drowning in needs,
The whole drama on display like a sketch
In a museum. "I don't know," I say.
You nod, one of those toys, head on a spring.
"It's too beautiful, this place, this time," you say.
My past comes boomeranging back to me,
And hits me hard. I'm drowning in the pond.
Sonnet by Bibek
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Written on 2018-09-16 at 11:44
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