Adip Adhikari
Illusion
By depleting the storehouse of my own heart
I often recalled you intensely
And stare at the pathway you would keep
If a pigeon had not writhed
In my front yard in panic
And if my eyes had not seen
Another pigeon observing form the rooftop
I think I would never awake
From this pitfall of illusions
Dissent
Nationality, nation, human or humanity?
Chameli stated in front of the police—
“When we place a husband on the country’s soil
and the country in his place
We may earn pride
But can seldom earn a fetus.
I cannot vanquish grief with my perseverance
And become a witch.”
Future
Is it an impact of gravitation
Or a scream from the farmers?
The cloud left the earth and rose to the sky
And transformed the tears of hunger into joy
We, on our part, recline on the stones, lazing
And listen to the stories of starvation.
If someday, nature becomes a derelict
As we are
Will the feast of the frogs’ wedding
Silence our hunger?
[Adip Adhikari, an MBS from Tribhuvan University is a Nepali poet from Kavre District. He is one of the contributing poems of Ujyaloka Maliharu, a collection of poems of eleven young Nepali poets. He is a schoolteacher by profession.]