Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Under the Night

A night cold like iron
Under the night a road unconscious
By the road a naked tree
stands in a strange dance posture
in this chill

The night is absolutely detached, indifferent
The road unconscious
Only the two are active here:
        The masochist tree and sadist chill
How abominable it is!

The chill comes with its thorny whip
and strikes the naked tree
swish... swish... swish...

These are the sounds
the loud breath of beastly lovemaking

Ah! How the tree responds excitedly
to every stroke
swish... swish...passionate
and then lost in the orgasm

Oh! Perverted state of things!
This sleeping road
and the suffocating indifference of the night.

1 comment:

  1. Dear Manprasad dai,
    After visiting your fresh blog, it seems that you are equivocal, equilateral in both the Nepali and English poems!
    Congratulations for this new venture!
    I wish all the best...
    Rajavai

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