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Just as the fire rages in the furnace
when the wind rushes through the stoker

you are blowing your breath all over
the coals of my anxieties
...

If it is to win the battle
That you have taken up arms
Just go once
To visit the graves of warriors
...

i am not hurt
because you went away,

i am not hurt
...

4.

rosy breeze on the air,
silky dew in my palm
milky rays from the moon
in my room
...

She came close to you
And offered the wings of love,
you didn't notice.
...

if there were no rainclouds, what it would be?
-the existence of rain, river, and ocean.

come to my corner cloud,
...

viplob pratik Biography

Viplob Pratik was born and raised in Kathmandu, Nepal. He closely observed the quick rise and fall of political systems and the changes in social affairs in Nepal. He has traveled many parts of the world, and has learned from other cultures and societies. He has translated famous Nepali poet laurite Durgalal Shrestha's 'The Unbridled Passion'; and 'The Law' by Frédéric Bastiat into Nepali. He has directed films, has been arts and literature editor of Himal Khabar Patrika, a major national publication of Nepal. He was copy editor of Y! Magazine; and editor of Salil Magazine. He is well known lyricist, his Nepali song " Haar Raat Sapani Maa" received three nationally acclaimed awards in 2000. His latest Nepali album is called Reminiscence. His lyrics also include Abhaya & the Steam Injun's album Nayan and two peace songs by Kutumba.)

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You And I In The Furnace

Just as the fire rages in the furnace
when the wind rushes through the stoker

you are blowing your breath all over
the coals of my anxieties

and the embers of my disorders are alight.

As the hammer
dipping into water, heating up in flames
beats molten iron
you beat my mind and emotions

the reach of my sorrow expands.

At times I feel: how marvelous is your handiwork
What sort of skill is this? Amazing—
What are you trying to make?

You are so lost in your effort
I am afraid to ask about your creation
lest I should hinder you.

Yet—should I stay quiet, asking nothing, I worry
some fearsome creation might take place
Tell me
how long you will keep stoking this fire?
How long will you beat my mind and emotions?

Could it be that you have mistaken me for metal?

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