(This poem has a reference to a Buddhist merchant, Anaathpindak, who donated his entire wealth to the cause of the Buddhist sangha. An early sculptural panel from India shows him emptying a cart of gold coins 'karshapanas' at the feet of Buddha.)

i wait in hope, but the evening
comes without you

i don't know for whom and why
the sun -
like the charitable Anaathpindak -
unloads his cart of golden coins
in the sky?

Sunil Uniyal

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