Dr. Bidur P. Chaulagain
from spy’s angel
to devil’s angel
the metamorphosis
she got
from her fragile beauty
to nuisance smell
is due to the absence
over time
the distance measured
in the fortnight scale
which never come back
exactly in the same away
to compare again
what moon used to be
in her waxing phase
once upon in my life
there used to be the moon
floating all time in my eyes
whether it was
full moon night
or no moon day
that light disappeared now
after her space tour
till then, I am
now directionless
like a ship in a voyage
without signal
from a light house
lost in enormity
dissolving own path
like that ship
many poems
she asked
to write in her due
to make her memory
fresh and alive
while she is being away
for a space tour
while in her tour
shall she have met
a comet
coming from
another galactic way
but in her say
a real poet
to sway her
she could have derailed
from her very way
with heavy weights
and hard promises
of spoken words
and their gravity
from the new poet
from the galaxy
one can guess
she can be moved
far far away
in her promise for
remain intact on
unspoken words
between us
as never she returned
back from her new heaven
there to whom now
she loves to stay with
I am asking
every morning
with the blades
of Bermuda grass
with their morning dew
but they too got flew
perhaps thinking
better not to lie
what a blue
in this life?
and, what remains then
besides a due
to me to write
in her lieu!
