Dutendra Chamling
Khotang, Nepal
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When A Lie Becomes Imminent

Rating: 4.9
As children,
we marveled at the flights of Demossile Cranes
flying hither
from across the Koshi
crooning melodies of their heart.
filed in a line like a wreathe
Before long,
they would dart away
Mother would then, tell us—
towards the mountains in Tyamké
across the hills of Urleni.
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Thursday, October 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,blue,change,country,home,identify,identity,lifestyle,mother,mountain
Richard Wlodarski 05 March 2017
Dutendra, this is my first reading of your poetry. And what a pleasure. Fond memories of childhood. And what a beautiful experience to see them from the eyes of a foreign culture. My parents also planted cucumbers in their garden. And to this day, I truly delight in their taste. Love the whole poem. And the last line is priceless. Thank you for the write. And for bringing a smile to my face.
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Antoinette Padua 08 May 2016
Makes me smile! Lovely. Thank you!
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Dr Antony Theodore 13 April 2016
Kids! It's time, we should be sowing cucumber.' See would then look for seeds poles at our backyards would be lush and in pouches, bound into knots....... eating cucumbers in the sky..... thank you very much dear poet. like your poems. childhood, mummy, imagination and thinking.. very nice poem. tony
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Hans Vr 05 April 2016
Beautiful and very touching poem.
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Edward Kofi Louis 13 January 2016
Reflections of the Time! Thanks for sharing.
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Jamie Veloso 23 December 2015
Oh gosh! This poem mates me apart to someone's trust. What an interesting poem! Sir! It was totally nice!
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Dutendra Chamling 13 January 2016
Jamie Veloso! Thank you so much.
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Manonton Dalan 05 December 2015
cucumber so nice to be in your backyard for fresh harvest... beautiful poem
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Dutendra Chamling 06 December 2015
Manonton Dalan! Thank you so much...!
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Valsa George 01 December 2015
Beautiful poem Dutendra! It brings in a lot of childhood memories! My mother also used to plant cucumbers in the back yard! We children used to eat them raw besides using them in salads! Those good days are gone! I enjoyed the lovely diction too!
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Dutendra Chamling 02 December 2015
Valsa George! Thank you so much for appreciation. I am imagining about your mother.
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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 25 November 2015
Verily, the memories of past give way to a hope to the future
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Dutendra Chamling 25 November 2015
Abdulrazak Aralimatti! I agree with you, Thanks.
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Elena Sandu 22 November 2015
Heart touching poem! It made me think of how many farmers are not making food anymore. Or those that do struggle in poverty fighting with the banks or governments not to take their land for the inability to pay their debt. Hope is only my imagination but it seems that more and more people are forced to leave their fields of crop.. Great poem it brings awareness and thoughts of wonders. Will the world change for the better, will all of us be able to seed own tomatoes and cucumbers, live in good relation with all elements of nature such that we humans could also fit together harmoniously as necessary parts of a whole? I guess that if there is an answer for humans to live in peace and no more poverty may be in the grains of earth, thank you for sharing this poem loved those seeds of cucumbers...
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Dutendra Chamling 23 November 2015
Elena Sandu! Thank you so much for appreciation. Yes, I agree with you: The world will change for better.
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