बुवा, तपाईंले सुरुसुरुमा हलो समात्दा तपाईंको हातमा पहाड नै उचाल्न सक्ने बल थियो, तर आज तपाईंको हातमा त्यहि पहाडबाट बग्दै

In the sheaf of sheets where you wrote, in between the lines, your fears Our love was nested … Drowned

Thy memories often tease me in my dream, I still remember the kind stream. Where we met on rainy days,