Poetry:
Keshab Sigdel
River
The river
Carves the map of a civilization
On the Himalayas
With its strong current
Designs the serpentines
And dismantling the mounds and the hills
Reaches the stretch of the lowland.
To look at the civilization
And the life painted on it
The river
Flows down to the low and deep sea
And takes a snapshot of the height
Turning towards the Himalayas.
The river doesn’t flow alone
With it flow innumerable dreams of people
Somewhere they disappear like a bubble
Sometimes they rage and turn into a flood
And many a times, they bloom as the colours of life.
River is an incessant journey of water
But it is not necessary
That the dreams of the people flowing with it
Will go down the depth of the sea;
To make those dreams float
The rive befriends the sun
And floats the cloud in the sky
Though it seems only flowing down
River is also the creation of the rising civilization.
Like a brush painting the portrait of life
The river runs making the earth its canvas
Bridging the height of the Himalaya and the depth of the sea
The river flows a life in its entirety!
Translation: Poet Himself
