Tribute Of The Juvenile Moons Poem by Matrika Pokharel

I have more flowers to plant
for tribute to be offered tomorrow.

Two years back
I extended the garden
and planted some immortal flowers.
Mom asked for a few blossoms
to offer at the temple
and in fact, I wanted to give her some.
But thought deep-
in fact, thought hard
and inferred
their fall would be the fall of Sagarmatha
and of course, the fall of all my faith.
That year
all flowers grown in the heart
I offered as tributes to the juvenile moons.

Last year
I widened the garden
and planted new breed flowers
in the paddy field.
Daughter asked for some blossoms
to place on here locks.
That year too
I kept no flower for myself
for, all went in offering
as homage to the juvenile moons
till my garden turned bare!


And this year
my peers - all of the same age
decided to carry
loads of light
along a long, long way.
I am contemplating
that if ever their faith crumbles
that shall be the fall of civilization!

How can I, then
afford flowers from such a small garden
to be offered to juvenile moons
as homage for the coming year?

I have yet new flowers to plant
to be offered in homage for tomorrow!

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