Nostalgia
written by: Bhakta Bahadur Basnet
I long for my childhood’s gentle days,
When innocence reigned supreme,
Crystal marbles clinked with friends
By the dusty roadside stream.
We’d race across the green fields,
Chasing cows that grazed in peace,
And dive into the river’s depths,
Hoping fish, yet toads we’d seize.
On Gwarkhola’s sunlit banks,
I built a castle fine of sand,
And placed a princess, shining bright-
A stone that sparkled in my hand.
But soon the waves swept dreams away,
Too late, my hand reached out in vain.
I wept, and in the water’s sigh,
The brook whispered my quiet pain.
* Gwarkhola – a small river flowing near my home, where I spent the golden days of my childhood along its bank. The river played an important role in my life and my family’s, enriching my early years and providing irrigation for our fields.
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