The Decaying Paradise

Nothing to remind,

Nothing to lose,

Nothing to bind,

Nothing to peruse.

 

He waited the sun at dawn,

To spark among the snow,

On the hat of mountains.

Yes! It did.

Nature seldom change.

 

He watched vividly-

The virtuous vows made many moons ago,

Now buried under the epitaph of time-

By the one who was meant.

With his free spirit, finally freed,

He the valiant didn’t mourn,

And let them rest in peace.

Author’s Bio: 
Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His pen accelerates at paramount when there is a sharp downpour in the sky with roaring thunderbolts and lightning.His writings have appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, Eskimo Pie, and DWIT News.