Shadows Like Memory Poem by Rabindra Paudel

As the sun peeks out of the rugged hill
shadows of moving machines
wax and wane
on the rusty walls of the houses:
shadows - - some speedy like sprinting horses,
Others dull, like tortoises lazing together.

Every morning she appears at the shiny roofs
Walks along the winded streets and stands before me;
She disappears all of a sudden: the misty east
swallows her.

Every morning shadows of moving machines
wax and wane
on the rusty walls of the houses
like living memories.