Suman Pokhrel Poems

Through years of my prime
I walked with a heart
crazy about love.
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Standing on top of each morning briefly
stopping by each evening shortly
unmindful, my eyes are chasing,
my eyelids are sweeping with light the sky
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Even if they try to pluck it,
the flower submits itself onto their hands.
If it happens to prick their heels,
the thorn scorns itself all its life.
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The road comes from somewhere
And goes straight somewhere else
Caring not the Chautari* that awaits him,
Goes past, leaving her
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My eyes are upon the trees.

For, trees do not live in fragments.
Till they fall, they stand
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As you entered the room
stirring air with suppleness of walk
waking up the stillness with jingles of cymbals
making curtains dance to the sound of bangles
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May I splinter away from myself
break into whole units
and
live in each with perfection!
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I've also felt
all windows were watching
all walls were listening,
I'd also felt at that time
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Every morning
I wake up with the news
of bloodshed.
I feel my body,
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Let me not so much be lost in involvements
As would make me incapable of
Recognizing the fragrance of the flower
Beaming in my own yard; as would
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