-by Roshan Pariyar
Form your heart the scissors
That persistently cuts and breaks into pieces
Wrap a rose around a needle
Insert the yarn of pains and hurts
Then,
Stitch steadily
To the frayed life
On the sewing machine of serenity
The pains will taste awesome
While they begin to pain.
(Hem Bishwakarma is a poet and translator from Nepal. He has many poetry and short stories translations, and poems in Nepali and English published to his credit. He mostly works on Nepali-English translations.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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