a poet, a translator

Sometimes I wonder if I am the weaver of words, Crafting each verse with care and skill, like a arras of birds. Or perhaps I'm a translator of the universe's song, Piecing together syllables like stars to where they belong. Amongst the cosmic whispers and the universe's murmurings, As a translator of its essence, I find my soul's yearnings.

©Kendra Pokhrel