Home Poem by Suman Pokhrel

Home

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Carrying the emptiness of the city filled with the
banalities of the world
as I enter my home,
many homes seem to be waiting for me.

The tune of creation I wish to learn following the birds
The view and colors I wish to see in the faces and in the mirror
The music of the heart I search in the crowd
The touch of love each layer of my heart looks for
And the fragrance of life that carries the proof of being,
Are all looking my way.

Having been ripped open and drained by the crowd
When I enter my home,
Many homes seem to be waiting for me
To give a shape to this life
Which is about to perish.


(Translated from Nepali by Mukul Dahal and published in 'issue 6' of 'Snow Jewel' a literary publication of 'Grey Sparrow Press, St. Paul, MN 55121'

Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: home,love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 10 October 2017

The tune of creation I wish to learn following the birds. Chirping of them fills love in mind. Home is beautifully presented in this poem through nice expression.

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Suman Pokhrel 11 October 2017

Thank you so much,

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