From Oct 10, 2016. Reposting after some tweaks. 




New Road

 

I am going to New Road

To buy some happiness

For my kids, who are drawing

Plateful of food in the mud

With their little fingers—

They keep looking at me

With stern, hungry stares.

 

I know their slimy souls

Covered in the mud—

Know them intimately.

 

I am going to buy—

A kilo of happiness,

A packet of joy,

A bar of satisfaction,

A lump of ecstasy,

And many many

Things for them.

 

In this midday sun,

As the drawings of my kids

Flutter in front of my eyes,

Taking me back to the scraps

Of rusted reverie,

I look up and see sparrows

Fly zigzag,

Making some hazy outlines

Across the blue October sky

Of New Road—

They leap up and down, and chirp

In a language effusive.

 

The pictures, inside a kaleidoscope,

Sparkle white-hot, bubbling

In the beatings

Of my decrepit heart.

 

The people walk past

In the hubbub

Of the narrow, darkening alleys

With an air of ephemeral joy.

 

 

Bibek Adhikari 





Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-10-14 at 16:21

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a heart-warming poem with rich and vivid images. It could be titled Generosity. I'm not sure, but I think I remember this poem from 2016. Your style is as vivid as always, and your technical skills have grown steadily. Bravo. Bookmarked.
2018-10-16


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Bibek, you have given us a poignant and well-made poem, with evident care taken with cadence and diction. I cherish the small litany in the third stanza: "A kilo of happiness, a packet of joy," etc. "The scraps of rusted reverie" is an enviable phrase! You have captured your scene supremely well.
2018-10-15