By Rajendra Bhandari
Drawing a line
an eagle soared across the sky
and vanished.
The line vanished too.
Each time the disgruntled eagle
Flies away from the tree,
it returns to its branches.
‘Oh, this is so scrammed,’ it grumbles
soaring through the expansive skies.
‘Oh, the sky is so dreary,’ it grumbles
And returns to the tree again.This is the eagle’s fate,
The Algebra of its flight.
There is no magic in the sky
Nor on earth.
The magic is in its feathers.
To fly is to write poetry
with a feather in the sky
to become one with the sky.
The eagle writes poetry too.
[Rajendra Bhandari (b. 1956), is a Nepali-speaking Indian poet of high acclaim. He retired from Sikkim State University after a long teaching career. Widely held for his philosophical poems, Mr. Bhandari’s fame rests in his anthologies Hiude Yi Cheesa Raatka Pardaharuma (1979), Yi Sabdaharu: Yi Harafharu (1986), Kshyar-Akshyar (Collection of poems, 1998) and Itihasko Baduli, an non-fiction. Winner of several literary awards Diyalo Award (1982), Dr. Sobhakanti Thegim Memorial Award (1999), Shiva Kumar Rai Memorial Award (2000), Guman Singh Chamling Memorial Award (2007), Bhandari’s works have been translated into several languages. Presently, he lives in Kalimpong in the Indian state of West Bengal. ]