Home Kewalchandra Lama 1. Home has chased me Out of the home. Outside the home In the chilled weather I feel tempted of the hot breasts of my bed. I have with me the carnivals Which open the menopause doors of home. The body of home has cooled down By the fatigue. The pink ankle of home is paining Due to tiresome toil. Home has been peeled off From my skin. Home has kept me aloof From the lines of love letters. Don’t let the light of dangerous high voltage To open the secret doors In my home. 2. There is one door That doesn’t shut To close my home. That cannot close, at all. Home escapes by jumping Out of the toothless window. The home turns its head back To see the home When it covers a good distance. Inside murky room It collides with almost everything In search of home. The race car of one room collides with The bulldozer of the other. The light of temple inside home Breaks into pieces. Home is scared by the eerie sound and runs away. After the home escapes out of home The flavor of meals disappears. Stealthily, home fades away From the eyes of home. (Translated from Nepali by Raja Puniani)
Posted on: Sun, 11 Aug 2013 04:11:25 +0000
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