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Inside this museum of flavorsTragedy like Golghar aloneI have been imprisoned for years
Ma-Haku Choyla
Mr. Journalist ! don't write
- my story, my pain
is necessary, especially at the
Chowk, Galli and Dafa restaurants that have opened at the moment.
In bars and small furnaces
-among the pleasant evening chatter of people
-among countless songs of sorrow, pain and love
-among melodious tunes like labor and the stop of civilization
I should be dancing to the music of the spoon inside the plate
But I,
How did you get to this huge museum's twisted roundhouse?
When I was born-
I was not born in this city- Biska and Kumari Jatra,
were not born- Ghintang Ghisi Twak and Matsyendranath's chariot journey,
Gane-Dyau and Bhimsen-Dyau playing
primitive Patanginis of culture were not born,
The time when man and deity exchanged khadg The
had not started, when the
happened - the invention of fire on this earth mixed with the primitive civilization of
hunger
I was born just then in the tribal hearth
With the nostalgic smell of grass smoke
Yes, it should be I am now
In the rhythms of each tribal hearth
Along with the charming flute tunes of Walamayju
should be dancing on everyone's tongue
but I,
How did you arrive- in the cold corridor of the museum
becoming history?
I am me!
Haku choyla
means black choyla burnt with straw
Tell me yourself
Can I be a pizza?
Among the countless burger houses opening in the city
Can I sell my self-respect?
with plates of Beijing duck and chicken platters
Can I exchange the originality of your taste?
Once upon a time-
I was there, the Jesum taste of this city
Wherever the Newari civilization reached
Balkumari, Bhimdyu and Nasadya followed
I too spread across the volume
Like a beautiful tree hanging on a golden ring
Like a tree on the hill
Art galleries are being opened to spread the volume of civilization - Dipendra Banepali and Chandra Best
Leave and travel like a vote, Madankrishna Shrestha is making
Thimi's rich road map
Raithane to spread passion all around
How Jesum campaign is being run
Anita Lamas
I could have become the ambassador of flavors in the same way!
Mr.
journalist!
Do not ask the ancestors of your profession
In many Madhuri evenings of Akshar Samvad
How did I become a friend and help?
How did I become a source of energy?
Yes, it should be I am currently
Dancing with the letters of every journalist
But, how did I arrive Inside this museum of
flavors?
Dear journalist,
If you ever meet, ask
the legislator of this country -
When is the bill to raise self-identity of tastes coming?
