Darshan KC Saanku
I hardly raise any doubt in my heart of place,
where has much grief that I’m your slave,
who always has to provide you good grace,
for your feet and protect you from a wave,
Of wound while you are walking step by step,
you always make me carry the burden of feet,
of yours while running to the world of big shape,
I’m also very happy to go to many a new street,
And see the world with you free of cost,
but I have to receive much pain with wound,
while I’m walking with you on a way of rust,
thorns, heat, dirt and every needle of ground,
Make me feel that I’m going to die very soon,
as I don’t have any strength to bear this pain;
wind is coming from that hill at this noon,
but I can’t take fresh breath without burden,
As you have fastened a rope on my throat,
so I feel like I have come here to endure,
all the grief of acid and without any boat,
I’m swimming here where lie many pure,
Thorns, yes I also drop some tears from my sad eyes,
to reduce some pain but it’s actually a foolish,
thought that crying makes heart as clear as the skies,
so I have buried all my desires to get any bliss,
Though you go to your room in the dark night,
to have some sleep by leaving me outside,
alone with the wind, yes I can have a little delight,
as I can take some rest after coming from a ride,
Even you loosen a rope from my tired neck,
so I can enjoy some fresh wind from a hill,
I feel happy for a while; the wind tries to take,
all my wounds away but later that very chill,
Of the wind may make me freeze like snow,
so please, sir, take me also inside your room,
I’m getting scared sir, I really don’t know,
what to do, please don’t leave me in gloom
In this scary wind, take me in your nest,
I want to try to sleep well though great,
wounds keep waking me up with the greatest,
agony but please let me change my fate,
I want to try; so please invite me to the house,
of yours, umm, but I know you are silent,
and you won’t take me there or you get aroused,
with anger and your heart sinks to lament,
As your room will be dirty with bad smell,
umm leave it; I can adjust here with the wind,
which is cold, I think I had gone to hell,
before I took birth so my life is now blind,
Storm, umm it’s okay sir I will try to keep,
saving you from every danger and thorn,
though you don’t give me any kind of deep,
rewards, I know sir it’s my fate to adorn,
You in joy while walking on a dirty way,
by giving me much grief in my hand,
I can bear all these but if I die one day,
or if you decide to throw me on stand,
Of pollution after becoming very old,
for you, please don’t do this, you can bury,
me in your lawn after I have left the world,
my soul will be in peace and free from injury,
But please, sir, buy new another pair,
of shoes or your feet may have to bear,
pain and I can’t see that from the stair,
of heaven, you will always be my dear,
No matter what you have done in the past,
but we are a part of life at last.
