UTSAV POKHAREL

  Those lights coming far from the hills are like as if they are fleeing a thick prison of the nature for waving me. I felt like catching a small amount of sunlight during a scotch mist when I caught the glimpse of those poor lights far from the hills. Trees remained wet for the whole day and are still standing tall to protect the roosts. The nature seems like getting fresh after dropping millions of drops of tears on the ground and still no one cared about it when it was weeping. The sun has already informed about the enclosure of the day. The clouds are making the way off the sky to welcome the visibility of the stars and the moon. This probably could be a corner of the world where the life is soon going to touch the wonder of the cosmos for a short amount of time. Even though there will be the darkness, the same darkness will show the brightest path for the existing infinite distances of the cosmos.