Poetry:
Benju Sharma
Void is Pleasure to Me
On my heart of blank paper
you drew some lines
you made some pictures, but
why did you forget to put colors on it?
By toggling me in lifeless lines
and, making me a skeleton,
why did you get entangled elsewhere?
Someone, may have kept you embracing
and, may have enclosed you
inside of some affections.
I am fed up of this skeleton.
I am longing to be a rhododendron
by getting colored within colors;
I am yearning to honor you with Sindoor of
red lips of rhododendron, and wanting
to imprison you for lifetime
in custody of my heart, by getting you
enclosed inside my eyes.
If you want me to
live in this mere skeleton,
please, wipe these lines out.
My heart, staring on white sky,
my heart, having a deep hole of void in it
wants to live on blank paper;
no season would enter into it
for, I would enjoy an eternal void.
Translated from Nepali by Suman Pokhrel
