Padma Prasad Devkota
Padma Prasad Devkota Poems
|4.||Death Can Hurt No More||8/1/2012|
|6.||Flowers And Rocks||10/6/2012|
|7.||Let Me Look Upon You||10/6/2012|
|9.||I Never Knew||3/21/2014|
|10.||A Pang Called Love||4/9/2014|
|12.||We Are Fine In Kathmandu||10/9/2015|
|15.||Stray Thoughts On A Sunny Morning||1/12/2016|
|16.||Dark Birds Of Time||1/12/2016|
|18.||A Poet's Dream||2/6/2016|
|19.||On The Banks Of Maribyrnong||3/6/2016|
|22.||The Rose Bush||10/1/2012|
|23.||All Young Girls||8/18/2012|
|24.||A Broken Melody||8/29/2012|
|28.||The Great Goddess||3/28/2012|
|29.||Swimming The Unknown Depths||5/5/2012|
|30.||The Eternal Spark||7/22/2012|
|31.||What Dies In Spring||8/29/2012|
When I was idealistic and young,
I was Dr. Faustus:
ready to love any beauty for while,
willing to risk heaven for the mysteries of the world,
determined to rule it rough,
saying, 'All this is mine! '
No bespectacled gaze could fathom my heart
that welled up with truth and certainty;
no power ruled that could ever curb
my natural spontaneity.
I walked like a lord who could change the world
with a snap of the finger of my will.
Although truth has eluded my grasp ever since,
certainty is a legend I still love;
Dr. Faustus too is alive and...
I wished her good night and my wish came true.
She purrs her dreams in bedded melody.
Beside her warm and comforting length
awake to pitch black silence of the night
I toss and turn in silent agony
like a reed in the current of a stream
that will not stop … that cannot stop at all
until it has reached the blackest carrion sea.