Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar Poems

Fully occupied I’m in my day-to-day affairs,
While in my office room
Like the magnet attracts iron dusts
The lower soles of my shoes
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In the death chamber confines
The soul of my mind
Handcuffed by tragedy
Sentenced to death penalty
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Callused skin on my body
Ruptured by the cruel nature
Like a deserted and dry riverbed
In a summer
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The meek and mild man
Turned his heart into stone
Closed his eyes tight
And wove by his fingers
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To obliterate the fires of terror
rekindled after the war in the deserts,
The buildings and the palaces
destroyed by the nozzles of the guns
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War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of black smokes belched
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After 2549 years

Siddhartha Gautam Buddha
With the light of Nirvana
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The ebony night crawls
With its webbed feet
On my distressed mind,
To peel off my fusty clothes,
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Poetry
I chewed
Like the tasty beaten rice*
And swallowed the whole,
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Every morning in my bathroom,
I submerge myself in meditation,
cleanse my bowels
and attain fresh and anew.
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