"Laxmi Prasad Devkota was a Nepali poet, playwright, and novelist. Honoured with the title of Maha Kavi in Nepali literature, and known as the poet with the golden heart, he is by and large regarded as the greatest poet of Nepal." ~~Wikipedia
Reading Devkota in a Cowshed
Words collide and echo
In the backyard of my mind.
I know what this means—
The forgotten language fights for itself.
Words kick at each other’s faces,
Bite their noses off,
Chew on their ears,
Try to rip off their hearts.
Watching the battle of forgotten words,
I can’t remember the reason
Why I forsook the language
I loved the most.
I look around and see the stomping hooves,
Mosquitoes buzzing, hungry as ever.
Flies swarm in and out, unhurried.
I notice the place where I once belonged,
Now distant, now out of touch.
In the nearby hills, the pine, the bamboos
Bend and wake in a law of waves.
Fists of rain come crashing down,
Acting as ointment for bruised soul.
My heart beats, the pace quickens,
Only the words stop colliding.
They stand frozen
Like defeated soldiers in a battlefield.
Cows moo, wind rustles,
The damp air quivers.
In anguish, I close my eyes.
I breathe the air—
Ah, how well it feeds my brain!
This air, pungent as it seems, is the only thing
I have not forgotten over the years.
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-11-07 at 07:19
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