Suman Pokhrel

Freshman - 770 Points (September 21,1967 / Biratnagar, Nepal)

Song Of Soul - Poem by Suman Pokhrel

May I splinter away from myself
break into whole units
and
live in each with perfection!

This ME
made whole by
combining countless fragments
could not live in any one part
with complete ease.

May I show a true model
of deconstruction to Derrida
by taking off parts that make up my being!

So that I would see
one man fallen off me
shambling down the street,
and continue to speak in assemblies
with full ignorance of the subject,
continue to review the news of the world
by stuffing them in his brain
and go yapping in the crowds
fully content in the perfection of
his inferior sphere.

The other one
brooding over the ledger books
and the personal files
of the employees.

May the next one always keep reading,
the other looking after children
and still another swimming
in love all his life.

May the other fragment - the ‘me' whom I don't like
remain shut somewhere in the room.

May one other splinter engage
in inner decoration of the house
and meet the hunger of needs.
If he cannot do so
may he fragment himself further
into contractors
supplying vegetables, miscellanies,
clothes, and fuels
and sorting out other mess.

May one other part
forgetting that he is my splinter
continue to clap on each stupid action
of his boss, shaking head, and
remain busy in his little puppet moves.

May the other take responsibility of
television, radio and newspapers.

May the other still stay repeating the news of
the relatives and acquaintances
fulfilling formalities of well-being
embroiling in the phatic-
where? what? how?
participating in all of sixteen rituals
and birthdays.

May the other one continue to repeat
the non-news of his immobility
and continue to go to places
where people gather,
and go doing something like that.

May I hold an assembly
of the proportional representation
of all my selves.
may I go out with the poet
by leaving all the others
in their chaotic meaningless arguments.

May my poet remain a poet
in its perfection
unattached to my domesticity
full of scarcities;
may he remain separate
from a job savvy me
who has sold his self-respect.
may my poet disengage itself
from my being
swayed by my brain.

May I discard the outer cover of time
from the layers of poetry
by immersing the poet in its entirety
within me, and
dismantle geography's barriers.
may I break the windows of consciousness,
break further the dilapidations of waking moments
and emerge into the bright world of dream.

May life remain enamored of its own charm
may the river of love always flow from its own lap
may my pain remain drunk singing its own love songs
and the dead body of agony remain asleep
resting its head on a pillow of flowers.
may I free myself from the labyrinth of knowledge
run away from the jungle of thoughts
and jump from the hill of illusion
into the mind's speedy currents.
by stepping on this joint of time.
may I pack all inventions in burlaps
and hide them in corners of Einsteins' brains.

May I free myself from the ever-pressing chest
and enter the garden of imagination
by leisurely hiding brain on hill summits.

May I take off clothes covering shame at the border
leaving them hanging on dry trees of arrogance
and run by wearing the rays of the sun.

May I create plain fields by collecting clouds
and bedeck them with arching rainbows.

Playing ball of wind
reaching the other end of The Road Not Taken
may I call in Robert Frost by holding hands
and request Ginsberg to recite Howl
facing the world.

May I bet with Devkota sitting contentedly
by receiving his lord's blessings
that you are a poet who has written epics
and win a bagful of stars.

May I exchange T.S. Eliot's The Wasteland
with the future of this earth like a lunatic's dreams
and make one season of poetry farming
by tilling with the pen of desire.

Oh, this ME
made with so many fragments
could not make any achievements!

May I then splinter away
from myself
and live only with the poet.

Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle, living, philosophical , song, soul

Form: Blank Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

(Translated from Nepali by Abhi Subedi)

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This poem was first published on 'Life and Legends'

Comments about Song Of Soul by Suman Pokhrel

  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (5/11/2019 12:56:00 AM)

    A classic poem, Suman....10+++++++++++ (Report)Reply

    Suman PokhrelSuman Pokhrel(5/13/2019 11:48:00 PM)

    Thank you, Bernard!

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  • Jazib KamalviJazib Kamalvi (5/10/2019 11:19:00 PM)

    A refined poetic imagination, Suman Pokhrel. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you. (Report)Reply

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