Come, come and sit beside me

and watch the tides

making the wind visible

by dancing along with it.

Come, come beloved!

Come and watch the kids dancing

in the pouring rain and read a poem

or two in their eyes and get nostalgic.

Come, come and watch the smiles

on the face of the women tempo drivers

buzzing around the busy streets of Kathmandu

and look at the chirpy elderly couples

having milk tea at the rickety roadside tea stall,

and a serene black dog basking nearby in the sun.

Come, come and watch

stout logs of hope

 forge a makeshift bridge

 over roaring falls

of an exposed sewage

on the river Bagmati.

Come, come and watch the moon

 and the flower toast each other

and perceive that we all are

just a drink away from the eternity.

Bhuwan Thapaliya