Poem by Adipt Prakash (Translated from Nepali)

 

The Mirror

                                                                                                                        -Adipt Prakash

I giggled,

Beyond limit.

Having seen the plural structures

Of geography on his face,

That he has received wriggling with life.

I roared,

Watching the drops of bleeding heart

Dripping through the eyes

Down to the eaves of plight.

 

I scratched his wounds,

Squeezed, and kneaded his patience

Again entangled his unrequited dreams.

And slandered on his wee drop of happiness.

 

Neither did I let them sleep, nor awake-

To his lost memories.

 

I chuckled

Looking at his half dead ‘existence’

That was burning in the heat of hope and despair.

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Alas!

I am now witnessing my own image

Standing in front of a mirror.

 

 

(Original Title in Nepali: Aphsosh!)

(Translated on: Sept 15, 2018)

(Adipt Prakash, from Kathmandu, teaches at a high school. He likes travelling, photography, poetry, and coffee.)