Poetry:
Abhi Subedi
Sky, Wrenched and Stretched to Dry
On falling a showering wail onto
my ears
from sky,
I rushed to find;
earth, by entwining her attire
into the wheels of my motorcycle,
got herself almost unclad, and
sat plumped like water.
akin to wet laundry, I got hanged stretched
with love, and
I became an ethereal sky, wrenched
and stretched to dry.
Translated from Nepali by Suman Pokhrel
