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.