I had woken up early on that morning
Sun was on the head
It’s like fall in love with north east
Nowadays he comes early, but not bright
The sky was always cloudy and dim
It was difficult to get the rhythm of nature
Always look like tearful and wet
Crying with her beloveds
Loneliness kicked me out of my shelter and
I walked out to a tea shop
To meet someone else and to
Know why the nature crying always
Faces sitting there made me know that
The nature vents all their emotions
They all need some light and Sunny days
To dry their kerchief wet with tears
One young beauty came out and
I ordered a hot lemon tea to kill cold
She came out with a cup of tea
At the end of my waiting for her return
Her skin was pale like her heart
She was wearing a Scarlet sweater
Exactly like her smiling red lips
And Hands was empty like her pocket
Her talents, smile and beauty
Nepali glowing stone was her eyes
Nothing was able to stop her
parent birds flew away forever
She walked to me and murmured that
Do you want to drink a real hot tea?
That teen voice disturbed my peace and
I shocked for a second, sounds so sad
It wasn’t a mad bull or a wrong life
Just she wants to escape from all,
To fly away out of this deep jungle
And never want to come back
Her hopeful eyes hooked me deeply.
Hey, keep your eyes away from me
For they have overcome me,
I ran out to hide myself
I can’t take her with me because
Falcon birds are refuges only
Feel it and should leave all again
The real Helpless Falcon travelling birds
Still after flying back to my land,
That Nepali bird flying in my memories
On some raining dark mornings
Who offered me a hot lemon tea
My wings were not stronger to carry her,
It still hunting my brain that
What may happen to that little fly?
In that wild raining darkness
Poems of Philip 