Poetry:
Dhiraj Rai
About My Mother
You got me trapped,
How can I define my mother?
If, was asked about myself
I would tell easily that
the impudent character of
the news you read every morning is me.
the giant metaphor that resides in your poetry, and
keeps gossiping against you is me.
and the crime-hero
being processed through the factory of politics is me.
The illegal businesses of which you never know,
the endless lies that you believe without a trace of doubt,
the eyes of greediness wider than the sky,
the heights of arrogance taller than the Mount Everest,
those stubborn minds that are wholly unaware about liability
and the humanity that keeps laughing sitting on the corpse of feelings,
ALL are me.
You should not have asked, but
as you asked me;
I can tell you
only a sentence that
I was the gentlest person in my life
till I was with my mother.
Translated from Nepali by Suman Pokhrel
