One poem by HEM RAJ BASTOLA

WAITING FOR THE SUN 

Up in the hill
I climb before the sun
To catch the golden rays
I wait, and wait staring
Unnoticed it came.
Riding over the mountain
Climbing toward the sky
From a faint light
Into a dazzling ball
The earth receive
The heat.

I wait, and wait—
The same place,
Nothing is growing here
Nothing is showing here
Except the view.

Surreal sight
Force me to vocate
My words to give
A new life
Is coming
The sun is rising
To incubate
The embryo
Of the seed. 

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HEM RAJ BASTOLA is currently working as a freelance local tour guide in and around Pokhara Valley, Nepal. He has worked as a Guest Service Agent at the Hotel Pokhara Grande, as a cave guide, inside the cave area for all tourists as well as office assistance in Guptshor Mahadev Cave, as a substitute representative for Sita Travels, as a freelance trekking guide for tourists to the surrounding Annapurna range and as a book salesman in Annapurna Stationary Center.

Hem also enjoys writing poetry, listening to music and collecting stamps.