By: Civa Bhusal

One day,
All the people we saw in our life
leave us in solitude…

Just like the drops of water
Leaving the topmost part of the hills

Every year
We change calendar
And hang a new one
in the precarious walls of time

Every month
We change the pages of calendar
And never turn it back

How many times do we see our own image
In front of a mirror and
Discover grey hair, fallen teeth, wrinkled skin and
all the shades of changes

Pages of calendar change every month
Seasons change several times a year
People come and go just like the seasons
Relations start and break
Time changes in its own elegance

Things that always remain the same-
Are just the memories