She is a painful memory
Collaged in my mental picture,
Deep somewhere she comes to caress me
And feeds me from her life
And I have no fear, no affected desire
I, a small boy, lay down in her lap
Or follow her wherever she goes
To work,
To the grooves
To the neighborhoods
Or to the markets
Holding her hand so stubbornly
As with me
She often does now,
When she ran away
Crossing the forbidden river
And leaving me behind on a small lane,
My heart wept bitterly
And since then
I sought solace in the seas,
Affectionate glances
And tender fingers which I pine for
Are all at the rear
Deep in my mind’s control,
You know, friend,
I am fighting a battle
Of heart and mind,
I try to erase the bitter reminders
Scribbled in my memory lane
And try to move forward
But time and again
They come as shadows of my past
And make me stand forcibly there
From where I saw her go down,
To placate my weeping heart
And to cleanse my coaled interior
I have read the stories of floods and gale
I have plunged myself in my mind’s glaciers
But as I am a feeling being
I cannot force myself to forget her,
I cannot choose to become thorns
To pinch her, as I’m her child.
(Dedicated to my friend Ram Prasad
Marasini)
Haris Chand Adhikari (20th century) Nepal
Source: The Enchanting Verses International, Issue-XIV November 2011
Collaged in my mental picture,
Deep somewhere she comes to caress me
And feeds me from her life
And I have no fear, no affected desire
I, a small boy, lay down in her lap
Or follow her wherever she goes
To work,
To the grooves
To the neighborhoods
Or to the markets
Holding her hand so stubbornly
As with me
She often does now,
When she ran away
Crossing the forbidden river
And leaving me behind on a small lane,
My heart wept bitterly
And since then
I sought solace in the seas,
Affectionate glances
And tender fingers which I pine for
Are all at the rear
Deep in my mind’s control,
You know, friend,
I am fighting a battle
Of heart and mind,
I try to erase the bitter reminders
Scribbled in my memory lane
And try to move forward
But time and again
They come as shadows of my past
And make me stand forcibly there
From where I saw her go down,
To placate my weeping heart
And to cleanse my coaled interior
I have read the stories of floods and gale
I have plunged myself in my mind’s glaciers
But as I am a feeling being
I cannot force myself to forget her,
I cannot choose to become thorns
To pinch her, as I’m her child.
(Dedicated to my friend Ram Prasad
Marasini)
Haris Chand Adhikari (20th century) Nepal
Source: The Enchanting Verses International, Issue-XIV November 2011
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