Poetry:
Shubhalaxmi Lamsal
Stone Age
I live the Stone Age
and seek the fire for living
by striking the pair of palaeoliths.
I get cactus to bloom, by carving my existence
right on stone,
and, I die a multiple times.
Making a fragile shed for shelter,
decorating its drip edges and gutters with desires;
I get trickling in the form of possession
I get seeping in the shape of mourning.
Wearing a mask of modernity
I, the human being,
live the stone age within me;
till date, I live carrying
the thinking, Paleolithic.
(Translated form Nepali by Suman Pokhrel)
