Musings by Kamal Kumar

I was born as a typical Nepali street dog, somewhere near Chitwan National Park. I do not remember my birthday. But my god-parents have given me a birthday. January 11, 2012 was just another cold night in Saurha. Restaurants were crowded with tourists, there were music, alcohol, food, and fire. Nobody would see me or care me. I lost my parents. I was trying to live with thrown leftovers and whatever I could find to eat. I had wounds, scratches and lots of leeches all over my body. Life was a misery. And I had stopped crying. For few days I cried a lot but nobody cared. Suddenly some boys and girls came and picked me just to say hello. They held me for few minutes on their warm lap. Later they tried to leave me where they found me earlier, near a restaurant in the beach. They thought that I belong to the restaurant owner. But the restaurant owner did not allow them to leave me there, claiming that I do not belong to them. Those 4 guys did not have any option except taking me...

I collected the most beautiful moments of life, I gathered the color of joys. With a brush of happiness, on the canvas of dream, I sketched all the emotions I had, and I got the Picture of you. I sang all the melodies, I played sweet memories, I rhymed with my own story, I went up with cheers and down with tears, Finally I created the rhythm of life, I created the Song of you . I traveled beyond the horizon, up to the heaven, I reached the imagination. I found flowers, rainbow, moon river forest and gentle breeze only as the metaphor of you, I lost among the cascades of words, with great ecstasy. Finally, I became the poem of you . Written on : 6/11/2007 10:35:00 AM