good-bye home town above the rich crops of the valley paddy, maize, millet, green, greener, grey I fly away from my center, to the edge, farther and farther away silence brings me back to my senses my laughter-lit Cindrella hours are over the hills that guard the valley fade dim soon they soften my memories this moment shall become a dream tomorrow history when I visit here next tangled: every twist and turn of this bond once the ties that dig deep are cut I shall set myself free like a bird in the space, I shall belong here, there and everywhere October walks a sudden gust peels the scarf of autumn away from its twigs troops upon troops swarm by stumbling screeching crawling in the theatre of time on the ramps of thrills you landed weightlessly not to the gravity but on my arms your darkening edges curl slowly bit by bit to the core death disguised in colors works heavily on your palm makes you swaddle to the vein like a newborn seeking for warmth to you little leaf death, but a flight landing weightlessly from the twigs to my arms
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Saraswoti Lamichhane comes from St. Albert. She is a mother of two happy daughters. She is a life celebrator and loves exploring beyond her world. At the age of twenty-four she decided to transplant her life from Nepal to Canada. She claims to have nature as her second mother. She loves wandering around the open space with her camera gears. She is an optimist and a continuous spiritual learner. Her poems have been published in a few journals & anthologies across the globe.