VASUNDHARA, I MISS YOU : MY ENGLISH TRANSVERSION OF NEPALI POEM BY BIIRBHADRA KARKIDHOLI

VASUNDHARA, I MISS YOU

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Every morning and

Every evening

When swaying breeze

Passes touching me

Vasundhara, I miss you 

And your utterances

Make me restive.


Actually Vasundhara 

Every evening

Every morning

I miss you badly.


When your exclamations touch me

I have a semblance!

I perceive!


Yes, Vasundhara

*Bukki flowers growing in womb of orchard

Are not garden of beauty

And occasionally growing grass

On deserted mountains

Can not be deemed as empire of greenery.


Amidst your bulk of  letters

In one letter

You had written


" This time, your poems 

Should be such as impart

Sensation of unlimited shock, anguish."

Vasundhra!

You don't apprehend poem at all

This can not be so, at all

Merely, I can say this much

Poem blooms like a sensation at times

Poem falls sometimes out of anguish

Poem neither blooms, nor emerges

Thrives at times, even after

Facing unlimited shock, anguish

Now, which season should be deemed as Spring? 

And which season should be deemed as Autumn.?

Unknowingly, poems die on their own

Suffering shock and anguish.


Poems that grow off and on, hither and thither

Are these poems really? Vasundhara

Just, keep in mind

Poem is neither originated in womb of orchard

Nor in *Uniungharee of mountains

Actually, Vasundhara!

Poem has to grow from

Open ground of bosom.


Yeah, Vasundhara!

I miss you every evening

I miss you every morning

.

Seems to me : the boat I am sailing

Is not you.

You are not Ganga

Where I  am offering fistful of water

To wash away my sins.

Seems to me: You are not the depth

In which I am drowning.

You won't be able to apprehend all this.

Poem: blooms, emerges

When it dies on its own

Vasundhra ! I miss you.


* Bukki flowers: flowers in hilly areas

* Uniungharee: a thorn grass

* Ganga : name of a sacred river







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