Gita Regmi
People aren’t how we see
They aren’t what we view
“A heart shared between me and you.”
Is an illusion and not true.
One’s own problems, own pleasures
That’s all a person shares;
A friend in need, is indeed,
Is none but one’s tears.
Children grow up to emigrate
Foreigners are at ease;
Desolate and expectant are out lives
When will this cycle cease?
People aren’t how we see
They aren’t what we view
“A heart shared between me and you.”
Is an illusion and not true.
A burn in the chest, a heartache!
Due only in memory;
Broken love and ceased togetherness
Because of the confidante’s treachery!
Emigrants’ hunger for happiness
Has drained abroad all power in vein;
Sick and aged bodies back home
The nation cares with heavy pain.
People aren’t how we see
They aren’t what we view
“A heart shared between me and you.”
Is an illusion and not true.
[Gita Regmi is a Nepali poet, storywriter and travel essayist based in Kathmandu. Her published works include story collections Parichaya and Pustantar, poems Jwotika Yugeen Swarharu, and collections of travel essays: Paschimko Deshma and Patharai Patthar]