Poetry:
Bhisma Upreti
Village
If there are dewdrops
Simmering everywhere in the front yard
In the backyard garden
In the field
Or on the flower plants
Think all is not well with certain things
And the womenfolk in the villages
Have shed tears all the night
However if there are colorful flowers
Blooming everywhere in the front yard
In the edge of the farmyard
On the waysides
Or even in the flower vases
Think nothing has gone wrong anywhere
And the womenfolk in the village
Have smiled with all their hearts.
Translated from Nepali by Mahesh Paudyal
