Saran Rai
Translated by- Bidur Rai
Drifting away was life
Rolling off was life with stairs of flights
Where, how and when did life get punctured ?
Clipped was the pinion of my mind that sailed away
How it flies away ?
It stops rolling
It stops flowering .
Like over the unstoppable dales, uphill and steep
It Stands, and it drifts
Falling, staggering and still regaining consciousness
Yet again blooming in a perpetual journey
Life ,I swear, is short lived
It was life that withers like a flower .
Mdhupark (literary magazine) ,2068 B.S. kartik
