There is poetry in Sala Hill!

So Pisces is the last of the twelve zodiac signs. Like the last zodiac sign, he is not rushing to the end, but becoming a poet of the first line, he is making the reader enjoy poetry.

Poet Rajendra Parajuli, who set a record by publishing 10 poetry collections in one day through 'Kalchakra Nepal' in the year 2060, has left us a few months ago and has become supreme in the cycle of time. At that time, he had published a collection of his poems under the title 'Poems of Meen Bahadur Bishta'. I was also present at the dedication ceremony in the auditorium of Nepal Tourism Board. In the course of time, the collection of poems I bought was lost. Later I asked for a photocopy of it at the bookshop of poet Murari Sigdel at Lalitpur Pulchok. Many of the poems in the collection were also memorized by me. In many of my programs on radio, I recited poems by Kavi Bishta on the lines of Rimal, Bhupi, Vasu Shashi and Devkota – especially 'Gaonko Pathshala', 'Jarsabko Kukur', 'Sala Pahad Main Kya Hai' etc.

When I entered the city from Baglung, I had a few dreams, one of which was to become a poet. In the late 50s, poetry was also recited at some functions in the capital, but he could not become a poet. Also, I feel embarrassed when someone calls me 'poet'. If a song is considered a poem, then I can also be a poet.

The background from which Meen Bahadur Bisht wrote the poem 'Sala Pahad Main Kya Hai' is probably the environment in which I was born, brought up and grew up. I am the son of Lahure family. When my father came from abroad, he used to talk to his elder and younger brothers in similar ways - Sala... Kya hai?

I think that a person in the field of education, who went to the village in the course of his job, to write a poem, is more a visionary than a creator! That's why I fell in love with Bishta's poetry. There are 64 poems in the

collection. He has composed 64 consonants of poetry. Some have the organic taste of Dolpa, humlatir grains and some have the patterns of Terai mercury. Somewhere there is the coolness of the mountains and somewhere there are the smells of the life of the capital.

It is probably difficult to grow a plant from a seed untouched by politics and without politics. Not only the country's education, politics, culture, but also time is satirized in the collection of 'Belabodhi' poems.

'Village after the election' and 'Now will this village be fun' have written the pre-election and post-election woes, which are our destiny. The poem 'Roll Number One' is a mockery of a failed ruler, while the poem 'Music of spoons' reminds us of some funny lines of Bhupi's poem 'We' and echoes the system of slavery.

Kathmandu is no longer the Alkapuri city of devotees or the 'Kastamandap' of archaeologists' lectures. It has its own identity - garbage. Even if we reach any clean city in the world, we cannot forget the smell of Kathmandu's garbage. Its smell is as dear as the smell of mother's perfume. In the first poem titled 'Kathmandu's Garbage Story', poet Bishta recalls the civilization of the city and says, 'International reporters are climbing on the pile of garbage and propagating our beauty.'

Oh true! What if the manuscript of a poet's poem is lost in that pile of garbage? This should be asked to poet Bista!

We are all citizens deprived of eyes, ears and brains. Now there is no remaining suruwal. We are corpses about to wake up semi-conscious after being trampled by the rulers. There are fragments of the country's political map for five decades - in Bishta's poetry. In 2046 they were torn apart, damaged by bombs and artillery, sewn up in 2062-2072 and again the same pieces were looted.

The sleeping university hugging Chandragiri has become an 'alaya' where 'neither world nor learning' is left in the poet's language. The food worn by the newly appointed vice-chancellor has been tarnished. Vice Chancellor! Have you read Meen Bahadur Bista's poem "Our university, the university of the country"? If not, read it and 'thoush' your own leadership that is sending the students from the village to seek the light of the future. Remember - the ugliest color is politics.

The master who changed the title of the poem 'Sala Pahad Meen Kya Hai' and made it 'Zurur Keke Te Che Pahad Ma' and placed the poem of Kavi Bista in the university course, is not a master, but a master. Madsap to steal the thesis of poetry like stealing the thesis of academics!

The condition of the village school is similar to that of the university. His famous poem 'Village School' is still relevant today. The condition of our public schools is the same and the same as the poet saw in the year 2039. Under-degree leadership and teaching by fake certificate holders is still a living poem in village schools on scholarship.

Poet Bishta's poetic imagery is different from that of his contemporaries. The lines of poetry continue to express the feelings of our faces that the ruler and the country are spitting on. The poet has taught children who are moving abroad with the country in their hearts to draw a map of the country. He said to listen to the music of the mind. Chamcha's music is considered the ugliest.

In Mangalbazar's 'De Square Cafe' there is one person - Thapa Dai. Poet Kumar Nagarkoti sometimes calls out in a loud voice, 'Thapa dai, Thapa dai, bring Estre!' There is also Thapa dai in Bista's poetry, but not to bring Estre, when you light a cigarette, you set the country on fire!

He is throwing such a powerful blow on the cultural image that he has targeted the cultural rulers and the people who are celebrating 'Voto Jatra' by showing fake votes.

Daughters are the most beautiful poems in the world for every father. What could be a greater grief for a father-poet who lost his daughter in his youth! The poet who is showing the beautiful life of the distant future to his daughters by writing beautiful poems has the respect of all his daughters!

The world is moving towards the mountains due to the thermal pressure of the low coast! However, our villages are becoming empty. Somewhere in the Gulf, somewhere in the deserts of Arabia, somewhere in the subways of America, somewhere in the streets of Europe, those who worry about the future of the country are making the future - the rulers. 'Sala Pahad Main Kya Hai' heard by the poet forty years ago is even more relevant today. There are no young sons or young daughters in the village. There is no support for the old people who are crying at home and waiting for tomorrow. In the village there are mountains, rivers, streams, ponds, squares, forests, chirping of birds, mountains, horizons of mountains and mountains, besi, tar, love, affection, love, affection, There is support, there is support, there is adoption. A village is like the line of poet Ramesh Kshitij's new poem 'Counting the stars of memory, tearing the sky through a half-open window'.

There is poetry in Sala Pahad!

poet Meen Bahadur Bista's poems should first be taught to the ruler, then taught by the ruler to the education-administrators, then taught to the students, then read to those standing in the passport line, then read by the poet and write such weighty poetry!