Poetry:
Ashesh Malla
On Opposite Hemisphere
Okay, it's all right
No question I will ask you
I will close my eyes
And all unanswered questions
I will burn in the darkness along with darkness
Then soundlessly I will stand
On my own dreams' circle
Nobody will remain around me
Only a sprawling street throughout you
Now indubitably you can make
Black stallion run on innocent bosoms
I will not speak a word in remonstration
Merely close eyes
And disappear from myself
No more I will resist now
You can without obstruction draw black letters
Throughout wind's bosom
The unabridged firmament will be yours
Do fly on the winged-horses
Or you can dance
On your own lunatic dreams' circle
Only on my wakefulness
Your chest pains
And dreams get scratched
Well, I will sleep unconscious
Freely you make your horses run
On the unlimited land of clouds
Why shall only I keep standing throughout life?
On your opposite hemisphere
Carrying a black placard
On the fringe of time
If others' bosom not pains
While you tread on
Why only I painfully stand
Now I will lie down silent
On your dreams' manifestos
You can make your chariots run
As much as you like
On my innocent bosom
Perhaps your dream will materialize
To be the emperor of the all- three-worlds
And your hiranyakasipu dream might lengthen
For some more time
Here on a corner of this unfortunate land.
Translation: Suresh Hachekali
