The Landslide Poem by Suman Pokhrel

Accursed are these moments
for no sake.
accursed are the faiths
and feelings

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?

This iciness
is
not only on the surface
and is not only deep
it's deeper, deeper and deeper inside

Life every moment
everywhere
is a landslide, landslide and landslide.





(Translated from Nepali by Dinesh K. Poudel)