I Gazed Dearly
Salam Tomba *
One day a page of history fell wilted
picking it up played the children
in the dense of plants and tree
in the thickets of shrubs and underbrush
shouting and yelling.
I strode passing through,
crossing over hills and lakes,
rivers and oceans
I came upon a spot
behind the portal to the Kangla
where a chaste hope flurried
with prestige intact
but timid and hesitant.
They left
on the road they themselves made
treading over the thistles and thorus;
I hand back staring mutely,
standing on the road others made.
I heard every night
a woman weep;
as if pulling out the loose thread-end relentless
out of the onus-load
with layers and layers;
and the moon peeped from behind the cloud.
'My parental neighbourhood is on fire,
come, rescue from the flames,
isn't my regal brother there?'
'Sanarembee! Mother is neck-deep!'
So! Piled up
the detached pages, stacks by stacks
planning to make up a clear visage of mother
but I got to wait
for the children to come.
* Poem written by Salam Tomba for Hueiyen Lanpao (English Edition)
This poem was webcasted on December 10 2014.
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