Hem Bishwakarma
At night, while in deep sleep
Someone came and opened the head
And installed into it some filmy dreams!
Played with fingers,
Moved the lips across the forehead as something penned
Took off all the clothes one after another
And cut a thread of the age short!
Placed the eyes into eyes and,
Let my heart have a tremendous dance in hurricane!
Swayed my intimate parts
Gazed and gave a chuckle!
Left a deep breath inside me
Left a surprising sensation!
To the next chance,
Put all my clothes on, managed the coverlet,
Set the mosquito-net in order
And departed—the door shut
So gently that the sound would help not awake!
Neither could I solicit him for a talk
Nor ask for what he’d really done
Having a nap
Glued to each other in one quilt
Carrying each other’s legs
Bonding the noses to listen to a course of breaths
I, then, touched myself
And got to know
It was I who a moment ago
Keeping myself in a deep sleep
Had a trip of a night!
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Hem Bishwakarma is a poet and translator based in Itahari. His works have been published in different national and international journals and magazine.