The Distant Star — a poem by Puran Prasad Adhikari The Distant Star a poem There is a star beyond my sight, yet somehow, I have known its light. It does not call. It does not chase. It simply waits — a quiet place. Each dawn I whisper, “This is the day.” With steady heart, I choose my way. Yet every road has sweeter things — a thousand bright, enchanting springs. They smile at me. They ask me near. They speak the words I long to hear. They promise comfort, rest, delight — and st...
Be Tree — a poem by Puran Prasad Adhikari Be Tree a poem I am a leaf. And I am tired. Tired of the wind's hands. Tired of going where I never chose. The wind does not ask. It takes. I go. I go. I go. My bones are loose from all this leaving. My hands remember nothing solid. I wake and I do not know which way is forward, which way is home. I have flown so long I forgot what ground feels like. But sometimes— in the quiet of 3 AM— I feel it. A pull . Downward. Like something in me remembers earth. Remembers stillness. Remembers home. So I want to be a tree. Not a leaf. Not a branch that cracks. A tree. I want to grow deep. So deep that the wind must go around. I want the storm to pass and find me still here. Still standing. Still me. I want to close ...