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“As you entered the room
stirring air with suppleness of walk
waking up the stillness with jingles of cymbals
making curtains dance to the sound of bangles
aroma wafted into air from canvas and copybooks
my paintbrush grew restless
and pen became enraptured
my eyes, hands and some other parts of my body
became electrified.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“All trees and birds
sky and stars
bosoms and bangles
were seeing everything.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“You entered the room
stirring air with suppleness of walk
waking up the stillness with jingles of cymbals
making curtains dance to the sound of bangles.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“I remember our childhood days
when life was easy
and math problems hard.
Mom would help us with our homework
and dad was not at home
but at work.
After our chores,
we’d go to the old fort museum
with clips in our hair and pure joy in our hearts.
You, sister, wore the bangles
that
you, brother, got as a prize from the Dentist.
“Why the bangles?� the Dentist asked,
surprised,
for boys picked the stickers of cars instead.
“They’re for my sisters,� you said.
Mom would treat us to a bottle of Coke,
a few sips each. Then,
we’d buy the sweet smelling bread
from the same white van
and hand-in-hand,
we’d walk to our small flat
above the restaurant.
I remember our childhood days.
Do you remember them too?”
― Kamand Kojouri