Nature's Play In My Town Poem by Binod Bastola

Scattered cloud,
Chrip chrip birds are loud!
Winds are dancing without rhythm...
Weather is in the basket of dilemma,
Rainy or Sunny?
God knows who is going to win the bunny of natures...
From one end to another end,
Endless mess of messy land!
Scenery of this scenario,
Witness by this land of nocturnal,
Oh! though!
tis not a night,
All of a sudden God has play the night?
So bright weather lost the light!
Ah! tis has own grace...
without any guard of one dress,
bright or night...
any dress at any time!