Binod Duwadi
‘When I we others see this wooden dusty board’
As bright as the sunshine
You welcomed me & others one by one.
You were always ready & eager
To have a new day for me & others!
What I would say
Astrologer,
Guru,
Teacher,
Counselor,
Advisor,
Mentor,
The father of my mother!
So would we,
‘When I & we see this wooden dusty board.’
Words fail; what would I say?
The yellow plain clothes,
The long stick,
The sweet voice,
The hymns you used to sing,
The mantras you preached,
The advice you shared,
The future you used to speculate,
The mathematical analysis
You made,
I vividly recall,
So do we
‘When I & we see this wooden dusty board’
Everyone would talk,
It has crossed the border,
Has made people responsible
Has shaped the future of many,
Has inspired to become somebody,
Has made the guru of gurus.
So have I been
‘When I & we see this wooden dusty board’
I wish I could say “Hajurbaa!”
No more days I would.
Your touches,
The candies
You used to put into the pocket of your black coat
With long sleeves.
I miss every day
So do others
‘When I & we see this wooden dusty board’
It’s been plus one decade,
You were, and
Have been,
And will be in the memory of many.
Folks remember you,
Appreciate you,
Take references of yours
So do I,
‘When I & we see this wooden dusty board’
[Binod Duwadi is an MPhil research Scholar at Kathmandu University, School of Education. He also serves at NELTA and has presented dozens of papers at home and abroad. LSN-TU awarded him with the Youngest Linguist Award in 2019 AD. He enjoys publishing research papers.]