Two Peas In My pocket - Baldev Bhatta "Bihani"

 Dapper man's morning toasted his glass to red hill

Asking if the dawn has remembrance of redness,

flammable moments of east were seeking

The empty glasses of Dapper man's room.

The moon-bird  rests from the long flight

For the dawn she  marks and for the dawn she  knows,

Standing amid the roar, the redness of  east sky

Last flame of wrath is hanging in her  left wing.

Empty glasses with the wrath of shimmering moonbeam

In the full-moon night gazes The absconder's face

The petition  of silver eyed courage tossed

A golden divinity in the yard of Dapper man.

Except for the course of boundaries in east

The landscape, imaginary and jerks are same

For Romans and uncertain celestial sphere are

Remaining In the left wing of moon-bird.