By Rajani Dhakal
Carrying fodder of green grass- a karmic load
In the footpath, in front of Singhdurbar
Your moving feet
The life’s Supreme Court
Sees helplessly
And
Failing to proclaim your rights
Uses a black blindfold to cover its eyes
Though you’ve reached
At the front door of the Ministry of Labor
You remain invisible
While your labor remains unevaluated
Chores’ burden hundred percent;
Political Representation thirty three percent
This is how you are defined.
Upholding the entire sky of life
You’re reduced into half sky of rights
Though conned in legal property rights
In every other creative features you thrive.
Translated by Archana Thapa
[Rajani Dhakal is an Associate Professor at the Central Department of Nepali, Tribhuvan University, and has done her Ph.D in Nepali literature. She is also a well known literary critic, essayist, poet, and song writer of Nepal. She is authored thirteen published books so far, including collections of critical essays, songs and poems. In addition she has edited six other texts, ranging from essays collections, poems and memoir.]