A wind rose

from the womb

of the Lake Fewa

and waltzed the rain away.

Two lovers,

just married couples

out of nowhere

came hand in hand,

 together as one

and sat on the lap

 of Mt. Macchapuchre,

lush and warm.

Passion splashed their heart

with the stains of colors, naked emotions,

and the melodies of the nature as it is

- all caressing each other, with reverence high

 in the salubrious canvas of love and joy.

Their lips began to leap

and play hide and seek

against the red glow of the sunset

as they cuddled up to take a sip

from the udder of the Sharongkot,

lascivious and bright.

Evening dew drank them

and quenched its thirst.

Darkness kissed their lips

and gave birth to the dawn.

A wind arose

from the womb

of the Lake Fewa

and roved all over Pokhara

 with their copulated lips.

Copyright 2009 Bhuwan Thapaliya