Poetryzine magazine presents the selected poems by the Nepali poet Kamal Dhungana
An unpleasant question
I asked many times while
I was alive
It is a question
that never seems bad
After the death of the mother
Sometimes by mistake
When I asked my father
if he had lost his mother
The mind seems to be very unhappy
This is a very unpleasant question.
Mother's face
Carrying a mountain
of sorrows for ages
Swimming in the ocean
of hunger while not starving
He stood in the sun
as the shadow
of his children
It has been blackened
by the sun for ages
Cheeks cracked, ripe hair
The most beautiful face in the world
is that of a mother.
Different games
We grew up together
since childhood
You love to play
Gradually you became younger
Time is playing a game with my life
You are playing with people's hearts
That is the difference.
Tears
There were some relatives
One day I died suddenly
I was taken to the pier
Laskar of relatives present
When I was about to light a candle
Relatives shed tears
But did not know from the eyes of relatives
Were the tears shed sad or happy?
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