Santosh Kumar Pokharel
(Composed on March 17, 2024)
Sacred drops I would shed for my love
Few of them for those who died in war,
My tears thus split into two
They will flow; it’s not yet over.
They should flow until they get absorbed
By so harsh dale deserts dry and doom,
Are humans destined to live on earth?
Simply yield and do fall to deep tomb.
My write-up I offer to my love
My tributes to the dead are all read,
As my love is still from me off
And all off are the dead above said.
I deplore both the loss in my heart
What to be of my love from Divine,
Of the dead, I still can start
For my love, I cry in clandestine.
[Santosh Kumar Pokharel is a globally recognised multilingual poet from Nepal.]
