Me a blue tent
Standing and sheltering
Tragic souls from the chilling dew
Standing for to irrigate
The moist cheek with the sweat of hopes!
The Blue sky, replica of mine
And so is the night of emotion
Don’t think me the twins of blue emotion
I am the saint
Paused in between sorrow and screams
Don’t make me the background curtain of your selfie!
I am the Krishna2
Alone Krishna after the Kurukshetra3
Bringing rhododendron on face with bravery
Don’t think me the bivouac
Fixed on the way to adventurous trekking
I am the brick
To fill the gap of broken hearts
Don’t think the roof of elite’s meeting hall!
Me the traveler of the sky
Chanting the chant to stop the death
Don’t think me as tools to legalize your helicopter tour
Don’t make people to stand
With Khada4 and garland to welcome me!
I am the blue tent
Came with empathy
To touch the feet of screaming infant
Don’t invite your love here
With overflowing emotions
I am the tent, came to cry with ruined souls
Don’t make me the canvas to decorate
I am the foundation
Foundation of shelter of crying souls!
- Meaning of sir in Nepali language.
- Hindu lord.
- War between Pandava & Kaurava described in epic Mahabharat.
- One type of traditional Nepali souvenir.
About the Poet
Bishnu Pokharel is Nepali journalist, writer & poet. He has decade long journalism experience in various news organizations of Nepal. This poem is translated from his original work in Nepali. email@example.com