~Krisu Chhetri~
Freezing cold
Judgement falls like snow
From the eaves of roofs
Heart shivers with cold
Thinley becomes salt
And stands on the caravan of salt,
Thinley barters pain with salt,
Thinley looses himself
In the quest of a hero
Who’d change the fate of a nation,
Who’d bring rejuvenation.
A vulture ululates sitting on rooftop
Eagles sing of sensation over monasteries
On the snowy path
On the journey to snow
Thinley stands on the caravan of Yak
A yeti incarnate,
He barters old age with travellers,
Thinley gets lost
In his own search of a hero
Who’d rejuvenate the nation.
A dark sky
An illusion of hope
To meet and exchange love
With trees.
Thinley draws contours of pain
On his face
Dances all night
With death
On his son’s demise.
Though weak and thin
And aging before time,
He stands on the caravan of courage;
An industrious person,
Thinley shares happiness with neighbours
And looses himself
In the quest of a hero
Of regeneration
And hope for the nation.
He’s a travaller,
Happiness slashed by lightning
A widowed young daughter-in-law
Meets her paramour all night
In the hazy moonlight
Thinley looks ceaselessly
At the bright future of Dolpa
Dolpa’s future looks vacantly in silence
Perhaps Thinley has seen death closely
In the avalanche
In the painful death of his own yaks
Thinley lives on with the caravan
As Krishna reciting the Geeta of Karma
Wrestling with death
Thinley saves himself
In the quest of a hero
Who’d change the fate of a nation,
Who’d bring rejuvenation.
January 5, 2009
(Source : International All Nepali Writers Society)
