Poetry:
Usha Sherchan
How can I compare, me to you?
You've journeyed for years,
While I am preparing to crawl
You are walking under the lights
I, just pulling myself from a dark cave
You are with delicate wings to fly
I, slaughtered, wingless, deprived of the flight
Loadless you are,
I, with a heavy impediment
How can I walk Syncing with you
How can I compare, me to you?
Translation: Hem
Bishwakarma
