A salient whisper in the midst of mind
It touches my periphery
A sweet emollient breeze bypasses
And crops up
A fragrance of a sheer medieval
In the spectrum of best reflection
And in the monument
Of the world’s ever rejoiced landscapes
I put forth in the eyes of many people
I simply tackle
Whatsoever the best they
Reveal before me
They waddle to
My will to venturing
What my father advocates
Many tantrums
Of becoming
A worth living in the world
I can reside for they mean to me
And it adheres within me
The spirit of its endowment
It just lay on me and
Begin I have started
To gallop in the journey
The spirited gift
That be in my run
It jostles in a panic
Shocking with
An incredible alarming
A vinegary bow down
Smelling the scene of
Many lopsided run
Is it really swayed?
It startles me severely
In the bleak
Of being in a glittering height
I once reminisce
For what I could be
Really among my friends
They dream about me
And I justify
Without any effort
I weave
To be in the height
I play them
Forgetting myself despite
So many strive in my run
It’s all gone, scrunched up
And I slowly try to make
A difference for paying
So many troubles
And, I find
An incredible picture amidst
Those shrouded glimpse
I smile and, freshen alive simply
Keeping away
From my feeble hands



Sunlight peeps through my window
It was one of the most heartache moments that I can recall. Looking back, sometime I feel like it was a surreal dream. I wish …
On the one hand, his stories have tried to point out the dissonances of the society and on other side his writings have showed how Nepalese going …




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