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Re: Sketch

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    Poem Re: Sketch    Saran Rai   Bewildered, perplexed and in utter dilemma How to move up and above Laughing or bearing pain and pathema? Closing a story fleeting and sombre. Letters written and erased, blackboard, chalk and duster There's no one else to write but the Supreme Master. Human world, last dimension and the final acceptance. What, how, when ,how many will there be - was there. Drama, essay, story, poem - by no means are man However it's sketched ,dumped as vain No sketch is the same because of variance in seeing and feeling - because each man's journey is his own share. The light keeps on burning and spreading of its own nature. When it goes off, even in the darkness, those who remember, say there was light before. Now what to be - prickly thorns or inspiring flowers that teaches how to smile? Make no mistake, for life is short and fragile.   Translated By Madhukar Suvedi

Flower that withers

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  Flower that withers   Saran Rai Translation- Bidur Rai   Drifting away was life Rolling off was life with stairs of flights Where, how and when did life get punctored ? Clipped was the pinion of my mind that sailed away How it flies away ? It stops rolling It stops flowering . Like over the unstoppable dales, uphill and steep It Stands, and it drifts Falling, staggering and still regaining consciousness Yet again blooming in a perpetual journey Life ,I sweer, is short lived It was life that withers like a flower .   Mdhupark ,2068, kartik    

‘Never got rid of the Yoke from the Shoulder’

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  ‘Never got rid of the Yoke from the Shoulder’  (काँधको जुँवा फाल्न सकिएन)     Saran Rai     ‘Namlo’ from the forehead Yoke from the shoulder and loads of the donkey Never got rid of Tiny holes of the life/heart Have grown larger to that extent Never been able to patch To maintain a little breath of life Had to be a bird, had to be a mouse Had to be a bull, and donkey Could never been an elephant Could never been a lion ‘Namlo’ from the head, yoke from the shoulder never got rid of It was said that it’s merely a stomach but … could never fed enough.     Translated by Pancha Vismrit   Note: Namlo: is a kind of band especially made from jute thread, used to place around one’s forehead when carrying loads on the back.     0 Comments