Pain
There’s hunger
And there’s food too
But if the distance between hunger and food
Is like the one between the earth and the sky
It’s the profoundest epic of pain.
Depth
You are a mountain, and I salute you
And I – were water on the ground.
I know, you need some height to loom upward
And I, even without a my depth
Can absorb the whole of your height
In the form of reflection.
Longings
Longings soared high in the sky
And I ran following their shadow
When they touched the horizons
I landed on the brink of life;
My longings and I never met.
(The poems are from Paudyal’s poetry collection Notes of Silence.)
