Sudhan Subedi
In a realm where decades dance, change unfurls,
Power scatters, the ordinary in decision whirls.
The stage, unyielding, holds its curtain tight,
As ordinary souls shape the script of the night.
Creative diaspora leaps past television’s squares,
YouTube’s dawn, and more, ascent in pairs.
Yet, here on this stage, a familiar encore,
In my hand, a mike, as memories implore.
A school day’s cultural echo, the mike was mine,
Announcing, orchestrating, making moments shine.
Three decades hence, in the parent’s embrace,
I sit, watching children on this timeless space.
Same stage, same curtain, clock at its height,
Roles have pivoted, yet the ground feels right.
The rhythm of time, an unyielding decree,
In the auditorium of life, where moments agree.
