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From The Sky


                                    (Translated from Nepali by Abhi Subedi)

                                           Suman Pokhrel


                                   Suman Pokhrel is a poet, lyricist, playwright
                                                and artist from Nepal.



                 One cannot see from the sky lives playing with the desires
                 Nor can one see the depths of wounds of the landslides
                 That occur after the leas run out of patience.
                 One cannot see from the clouded sky
                 Even the sky close to the eyes
                 It drifts below, one cannot also see the wind.
                 Nor can one see the trepidation of trembling trees that stand carrying the
                 storm.

                 From the sky
                 One cannot touch the heart of the stone
                 Petrified with a desire to live
                 After living a life of softness for long,
                 One cannot get to touch the softness of flower
                 Smiling despite being battered in turn
                 By heat and frost,
                 One cannot measure the power of the earthquake
                 Waking up after being pressed continuously for years,
                 One cannot scale the power of the speeds
                 Determined to run non-stop before making it to the destination.
                 One cannot enter the dreams of the lovers
                 Sleeping on each other's hearts under the shade of a banyan tree.
                 Even a river rushing down carrying with it the settlements and histories
                 Appears calm from the sky.
                 The creative laps of the hills look ineffective.
                 The buds and flowers of creation flourishing on the plains seem sans aroma.
                 Even a Himalaya peak never scaled by any adventure appears low.

                 Even the tower raised by people with embroideries of faith looks dwarf.
                 For a moment, looking from the sky it seems as though
                 One can touch the very feelings in the nooks and crannies of the earth
                 And can see the colours of winds and thoughts.
                 Across hundreds of horizons
                 The entire creation looks perennially calm.
                 Let us once ask those who always speak only from the sky—
                 Is the reality of the world
                 Truly like what is seen from the sky?

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