Kavita: Maharaj Birshamsher, do you know?
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first first
I used to call you a brave man
Daisy Mori said one day—
“That's Birshamsher
Jung Bahadur is sitting in another corner of Tundikhel"
Mori is talented, how does history come to him!
I think anyone is brave
I see a Jung Bahadur in every village
I see a Jung Bahadur in every village
Kotparva's auspicious time Kuribse...
The pine on the pine on the sword...
The finger on the trigger...
Sometimes, when hunger strikes the knife
I am standing on the sky bridge offering you—
Maharaj Birshamsher, Jani Ho?
Sir, don't look back
I am tired of the jokes
I saw that people laugh
I said that people laugh
To me this whole earth
is full of jokes
No one gave me anything without injury
I used to love to be beautiful and walk around
My love for lipstick, powder, nail polish
My love for sisters and brothers-in-law
Seeing my isolation towards boys of my own age
Bau Mordar broke the nest of spade
was broken in my cradle
and thus in the world of injuries I
entered
Injuries Collected Collected Collected
I became a museum
Chotsibaya someone me something
did not give
One day Rabat poet said
was lovingly given to me
A center fruit chewing gum
(the first time someone gave me something
apart from the injury)
How sweetly he spoke
and asked Sancho-bisancho
said I will write a song about my grief
Drunk with joy for the first time in life
I felt like I was going to die
but, in this murderous country created by the Maharajs
by sticking to the poet's words Where can you find
life?
Jan ta ma la basanta yam I also like to give
when Jacaranda flower
(Bhangerifool also says it, the same Daisy said)
becomes purple-covered Serofero of Ratnapark
sounds like this—
spilled across the floor
Bhangeriphoolere
with my hiccups and tears
talk is done
has embraced my signatures
Maharaj Virshamsher, you must be bored except for
khunkharabi, all of you
thing
sounds boring, huh?
This country is in the hands of murder
This country's soul is a murderer.
yourself and
That mosquito racket is called
(I learned from Daisy)
What looks like a badminton bat!
, even if it kills two or four mosquitoes
It seems like a terrible murder
Sometimes I can't sleep all night...
Oh, how could the Maharajas sleep?
has killed his own uncle...
himself has made the children of his own father into a sotara...
Sometimes the mirror may have done one or two things, that—
"Is there a limit to cruelty or not?"
Sometimes the soap expressed the sorrow, that -
"I can't wash my bloody hands"
Kaile Maharaj! Now you
must have felt like a shock
aside, your watch house's
Each Tang Tang
makes my hunger grow louder
Get off the horse
I will give you one of my strong silicone breasts
going up and down the stairs
The chests of unfortunate young women The recipe for catching the
was your
What kind of country made by murderers
occurs, Is
a re-look?
Maharaj Veerashamsher, do you know?
प्रकाशित : भाद्र २२, २०८१ ०७:२९