Khagendra Parajuli
As long as I am alive,
I live summoning all my beloved friends, kin and loved ones
into the stride of caring and compassion.
In return; they might be practicing the same — I reckon.
Will thou follow the same, after I breathe my last?
I wish I could see the tearful eyes of my beloved friends
Near to the bier of mine.
You will proceed in the same way: I reckon.
Oh my beloved kin! You cherished with me before I parted from this world.
Together, we traversed, helping each other.
Intentionally or unintentionally, you helped me till my last breath.
Now, I am rooted as invisible to living beings;
I wish I could feel the commiseration of my near and beloved kiths
Whispering good remarks into the ears of funeral attendants.
Will you?
Lastly, my love, I never compare thee to anyone.
You vowed with to go a long journey together.
Now, you are in a one-off niche.
Will you still retain the sweet memories embellished with red roses
In your heart?
Perhaps, you’d come to my bier, with a gloomy face carrying mournful eyes.
I wish I could see my loved one mourning in an agonizing pain.
I wish I could see all my three wishes granted, after I leave this world.
[Parajuli is an MA in English literature from the Central Department of English, Tribhuvan University.]