The Landslide - Poem by Suman Pokhrel
Accursed are these moments
for no sake.
accursed are the faiths
Ephemeral shelters for inside the bosom
why aren't the rivers
permitted to flow riverly?
why isn't the snow
permitted to thaw all away?
not only on the surface
and is not only deep
it's deeper, deeper and deeper inside
Life every moment
is a landslide, landslide and landslide.
(Translated from Nepali by Dinesh K. Poudel)
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