Poetry:
Ishwar Ballav
Jungle of Smoke
Have to stare onto the sky, above.
have to touch the horizon.
Have to offer a flower to someone.
is there someone nearby?
if there is, have to call her closer.
Again, by constructing a caravan,
have to reach far off.
Tender crimson Sun of dusk
has been lost somewhere,
the dawned morning has also been disappeared,
also, the slope of road has gone out of vision.
Where did those villages go?
where did those relatives go?
Have to search for all of those, right here
inside this jungle of smoke.
Translated from Nepali by Suman Pokhrel
