Chautari
Look up in the skyIt is blue with white clouds
The rays of sun playing hide and seek
It is warm
Sitting on a Chautari
Under the cherry tree
All blossomed
Humming with the giggling petals
Playing with the cool wind
Look at that road
I've crossed so far
Up and down
Smooth and thorny
Thirsty and hungry
Tired and tested
Look at the road that I need to cross
To reach that mountain
Where I will summit
My being
But for now
I rest in the songs of birds
Look at my feet
Strong as ever
Feel my heartbeat
Alive as ever
In my soul
I bear no fear of future
I bear no pain of past
I just count the many Chautaris
(Chautari : a resting place made of stone and mud. In Nepal people make these Chautaris in the name of their deceased parents and relatives. They are made for the travelers to rest. With the blessings of the tired travelers it is believed that the deceased goes to heaven. In the middle of the rectangular Chautari they plant a tree for the shed. In hilly region of Nepal they normally plant wild Cherry tree. They say life is a journey and on the way we find small Chautaries of Joy to rest our heavy heart for a while and continue...)
Poetry by White
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Written on 2012-02-02 at 14:17
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