Poetry:
Bhisma Upreti
River
I was made from the snow
of these Himalayas
It is not my desire
to flow down and never return,
leaving behind
the parents-like Himalayas.
If I do not flow
humming all through my way
I will either be a cold snow
or a still lake.
But, after all, I’m a river.
Translation : Mukul Dahal
