Festival of Dashain. A poem by Saraswoti Lamichhane

Festival of Dashain   Dashain comes again in Canada from the back alley of busy routine  on a Monday watches my two hands multiplied ten a battle of usual weekdays    to my daughters, Dashain is a story I tell them in the car, until we reach the school  every year, the same story endsContinue reading “Festival of Dashain. A poem by Saraswoti Lamichhane”