A Story Of The Setting Sun And The Moon
Poem by Suman Pokhrel
The road comes from somewhere
And goes straight somewhere else
Caring not the Chautari* that awaits him,
Goes past, leaving her
Where she is.
Nothing different happens elsewhere, too
The same it is in every single age.
Not a single road ever
Has gone off,
Chautari walking on its side.
The road kept coming
And continued going somewhere
Alone - a stranger.
Chautari kept awaiting
And wiping her eyes in silence
As a forlorn village
In the deserted plain.
Never could the road
Be the guest of Chautari's love
Nor could she follow
The footmards of the going.
This evening, too
The sun had to tell the same story
Before he went away,
Leaving the forlorn moon
hankering after his light.
Translated from Nepali by Manu Manjil.
Charutari - a roadside rest place
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