The Silence

The butterfly or the orchid tree. Local name-Koirala

From a deep sleep I awoke,
My room all perfumed,
The fresh fragrance,
The sweet serenity,
The faint whispers of the pegions
The quiet rehearsal of the songs
In some unknown regions.
The tranquil wind,
Her dance unseen and unheard;
Soft leaves applauding,
The world slept undisturbed.

Hundreds spurs beyond,
The silver-grey horizon,
Starting to blush,
Her scarlet face bursting,
Resplendent redness replacing the silver lines.
Beauty peeling off her melancholy cloak.
Clad in the golden armour,
in a golden chariot,
The heroic entrance of her lover.
Slowly removing her silver veil,
He kissed her and
The Heaven glowed as their colors mixed,
Sparks of red,orange,yellow and vibrant,
The earth was being crowned.
Their light shimmered and slowly spread.

I could now see the source,
From where the fragrance came,
There she stood tall,
a spectacular figure on earth,
Dressed in a Purple gown.
The green fairies decorated her hair,
O! The ‘orchid tree’,stood before me.
Pregnant she was carrying,
Thousand purple daughters ,still in buds,
Waiting to flower like her.
A mother to many I asked her name,
‘Koirala’ ,said she, suddenly a brown thing fell,
A withered leaf mimicking a butterfly!
The mirror gazing at me, I saw myself
A closer look ,my silver hair!
The silence now faded in the air,
Only a loud silence in my mind prevail.