On Love's Street

"I have come just for a haircut," I told her.  
I lied.  
She wanted me to relax. 
Actually, the heat outside also  
Gave me shelter.  
She was my long-lost school lover
Trained with her beauty face
Like a smiling art drawn  
On a maple leaf 
To become a beautician 
Of a unisex salon. 
Biratnagar has changed its face 
Empty spaces 
Have turned into departmental stores. 
I don’t find fish in the pond 
The ponds have dried like sucked 
Blue Ink from an inkpot. 
I have no reflection 
On the street mirror. 
Good or bad 
Everything changes 
Like the surprising seasons.  
The highways have expanded 
And my love 
Has forgotten to cross the street.