Excavation Poem by Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar

When an eve elapsed by,
A chilly pallid half-moon
Sets below my lip,
And the other half-moon
Lies inside my mouth.
Tearing the flesh apart
Out of its body
Tastes the veal of craving,
Emerges out the spits
As the heap of soils
After the digging the earth
To unearth another world
of eternal bliss and ecstasy
I longed during my life.

Never sentient I'm of
My spit spilling steadily
Out of my mouth
Like the fizzy blood,
The tint of my craving
That fiddles in
The heap of the words
In which my pen as the shovel
Shoves out the metaphors and similes
In the poetry of my essence.

During the lifetime,
I'm hectic in exploring
The ultimate truth
Of immortality never existed,
Not aware of the mortality of
My life and my existence
Only a fraction of a second
Appraising the life span
Of the earth I subsisted.
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