Mahesh Prasain
Every morning, land slides here;
every afternoon, a mourning song of innumerable innocents
fatally breaks down here
what then, if land slides?
Let it slide.
What if, blows have struck your innocence!
Let them strike.
But do not ever sing mourning songs;
no one cares for anyone here,
this is the trait of a human village
everyday man gets into trouble here.
And everyday a weak tremor of bad monition occurs too.
How could it be named an earthquake
when it scares only the weak!
Every day, here –
on plane, fallow-land of a juvenile age
parades are staged with despotic boots.
Doubtlessly, in the orchard of innocent minds
a blow is charged with impish, stone-thoughts every day.
At this time, when bells ring in temples,
when hymns are chanted in worships,
o tender warriors,
the talks of your justice cannot be true;
where intrigues happen at the backdrop, justice is ruled out.
The chief judicator comes and goes,
but he can neither sing, nor make others sing
the dialogues of your infantile heart.
Mahesh Prasai (b. 1956) is a Nepali poet known for his highly philosophical and contemplative poems. His published works include Bhoomikapachhi (Collection of muktaks, 1976), Agniko Pragbhoomima (1985), Kehi Chakmak ra Sikhaharu (1994), Nishrit Samudra ra Kalo Tirkha (1995), Pratyapanchako Baadal (Collection of poems, 1997), Sabda Sarathi (in 2000) and Napoleon ra Sukumar Sapana (2014).