Poem
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| Keshar Thulung (केशर थुलुङ) |
Fire
Fire
Fire
A violent missile is
Before whom
Nobody's strength gets shaken
It is not soft
As man's heart
That melts down easily
Before whom
Nobody's strength gets shaken
It is not soft
As man's heart
That melts down easily
Nor it is
Like the flowers
That blossom in throngs
In the spring
Neither sings it
The songs
Of loves
Of grief's
Of laughter
Nor
Scribbles it
The stories of man's settlement
Believe not in it, us
In belief
It may deceive us as well
Agitate not it in anger
Nor shouldn't we enrage it
It might burn down water
If angered
It counts not
Rock, Soil, forest
Terrains-mountains
Let all alone settlements
The entire world
It can burn down into ashes
Friend !
Before you touch the fire
Be patient
Be pure of peaceful-minded.
Translated by Pro. Abiral Devkota from my nepali poem (Aago)
Like the flowers
That blossom in throngs
In the spring
Neither sings it
The songs
Of loves
Of grief's
Of laughter
Nor
Scribbles it
The stories of man's settlement
Believe not in it, us
In belief
It may deceive us as well
Agitate not it in anger
Nor shouldn't we enrage it
It might burn down water
If angered
It counts not
Rock, Soil, forest
Terrains-mountains
Let all alone settlements
The entire world
It can burn down into ashes
Friend !
Before you touch the fire
Be patient
Be pure of peaceful-minded.
Translated by Pro. Abiral Devkota from my nepali poem (Aago)
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