Sunita Adhikari
By seeding the corner of the algorithm,
Not just human feelings,
To find someone far from himself,
Calling out Artificial Intelligence.
Who am I? What is life?
Google does not understand this.
In the market of data processing,
I’m truly itching for him.
I am searching for him from my heart,
But I’ve never met him.
He burns like a flame,
Compelling me to discover: Who is he?
Sometimes, I search in Deurali,
Sometimes, in the wetlands.
He demands recognition,
Asking faith for devotion.
He still feels like mine—
Neither true nor delusional.
As unfamiliar as a formless image,
Yes, I am looking for him.
I may or may not find him.
But I pour out my heart,
Hoping to beat in his
Forever.
-Baluwatar, Kathmandu
