Insignificance

Yesterday, as moonlight glitters upon the valley

I climbed to the roof

To gaze the luminous landscape of western mountain

I stare at a starry sky

To look out at the infinite expanse of sky

 Surprisingly,

Instead I was looking inward of my own presences

Wandering inside the garden of  past,

Up the hills and down the hills

Listening to my own footstep

From far away to each corner

Hearing my own voice

That was stammering and struggling to reach the ears

As  each minute I try to recall

I try to comprehend my failures

Yes, though it was hard, really hard

Yet at last,  I made peace with circular moving arrows

But then I realize the insignificance of my own being.

In my own won past.

Published on Republica-Gennext, Nepal's National daily, newspaper