Lines from My Nepal Notebook

Paulynn Paredes Sicam
By Paulynn Paredes Sicam
Visual by Jimbo Albano

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A whiff of jasmine

Rose petals scattering

Mighty pines dancing

Bamboos swaying, dipping, snapping back

Sunflowers gazing at their namesake in giddy worship.

A windy spring day in Godavari.

(April, 2011)

Paulynn Paredes Sicam

Paulynn Paredes Sicam is a retired journalist and political  commentator, book editor, and a human rights and peace activist. She currently resides in Sydney, Australia.

 

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