The House of Self Crumbles

Today I'll break the mountain of sun,
all that hovers round the mind-bird's wing.
The moon's scale tilts with gathering weight,
your name alone calls out across the dark.

Evening stretches through the endless night,
hope returns again with every sob.
Income tax collects in corners of the house,
exile still continues in your name.

Fireworks, wool's thorn,
shame of broken glass, kingdom's faded hue.
So many scrawls and restless heart,
alpana drawn in your name alone.

Empty kash fields, sky's color runs away,
the wish-tree too... shows listless signs.
Dove startled by some fresh dispatch,
cloud-shepherd flies on wind in your name.

All of Nandankanon lights up today,
Kanai's love-tale sounds its bamboo flute,
in Ashapati's dark influence, movement is all,
red-dust festival celebrates in your name.