Poetry:
Ishwar Ballav
A Luminous Cave
A question, old one,
a question that is exactly about a path to walk
and exactly about a course to reach somewhere.
However, the journey begins!, but
whether the destination be reached, exists
a doubt, if it is not reached; and
emerges a fear of getting suspicious, of
being a failure to achieve.
A primeval destiny, the destiny of
being frightened. always.
And, the same story of tree and snake
story of Satan and deception;
an illusion of the story of forbidden fruit
that makes one think whether to eat it or not.
An unknown and unfamiliar destination is that,
an undesired one,
a perennial compulsion
to attain it, even it being a nondescript one.
Into the cave or in some darkness
an emanation on every stroke of light
and a sharp sense of hushed luminosity;
A light that enters with every cruel stroke of it,
tiny - a tiny spotlight
a luminous cave.
Translated from Nepali by Suman Pokhrel
