Spring lament
a bridge from darkness to the light
has been wrecked downright.
bigotry has eclipsed the equinox
filling air with explosives obnoxious.
wintering grounds being painted red,
flyways cluttered with projectile threat-
lapwing beats harder to flee,
wails and urges bear to keep hibernating.
in this world that smashes buds blatantly,
it pleads not to sow seed or tend sapling
for hope nearly dies with the spring.
Srijana KC Rayamajhi, Nepal
I was born in 1990, in Kathmandu. I have two siblings. My father being in Nepal army, I went to the army school. I am a doctor by profession. I write both to express myself and for my love for Art and Creativity. Besides I like painting, reading books, visiting places, trekking at times. Yet, sleeping is what I'd like the most, if only I could.. I try to listen to Buddha's words and therefore pursue peace since childhood. My name Srijana, in Nepali, means ‘Creation’. My poems are 'born of heart', Manasija. My poems are 'born of mind', Manoj.