kadar poem


It is the lightning wave of cloud.
It is with electronic wire of nature.

It is with rain and cloud.
It is the sound of earth and air.

It is wonderful ghost.
People call it ghotic light

I call it the beautiful wilderness.
Bright Rays of light are there.

It is fearful to people.
I love the thunderstorm and I like to dance in it.

I am attaracting to thunderstorm and it’s sound.
Lightning is there with wonderful rays of light.

Cloud has wonderful fitness to make light and sound.
I am there with great struggle to see thunderstorm.

I am not running from there.
I will be as fairy ghost to save the life in Sea world.

                                                    Payun-7 Bhorle Parbat ,Nepal.