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born 1967 Nepal

Suman Pokhrel (September 21, 1967) is a Nepali poet, lyricist, translator and artist. He is noted for creating impressionable images across his poems that revolve around the nuances of life.

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In literary translations, it is this very articulation of expressions that matters the most to bring home to the readers the full essence of the original text in question.

Is freedom dearer than life?
or does it become easier to live
when life becomes difficult?

There exists a chance of every poem getting changed while reaching every reader. This ‘getting changed’ is a form of ‘getting translated’, in a way. So, every assimilation of any poem is a translation.

I'm bereft of poetry on this planet, from where the beauties of Creation are vanishing away furiously.”

Some people are so stiff-necked that they cannot think any other way than their own preconceived ideas.

I had also read
on the face of surroundings
some broken
some disconnected
some cracked expectations.

Ascending and descending, uphill and downhill, the road inclines and slopes, sliding down yet climbing anew.

This ME
made whole by
combining countless fragments
could not live in any one part
with complete ease.

I wanted to paint a picture,
in indelible print, across
the canvass of my heart.

Sometimes, silence works more intensely than a bayonet to slay a tender heart.

I asked my life
why it carried along my dreams but
chose to escape me.

This market speaking life
when heard from each person
is now making staggering confused noise
of all people speaking together.

Life is withering away
like a candle that is melting down.

May I get melted in closeness and get blazed in embrace.

I shall give you a song, and you fill melody in it.

The road meanders, wandering in tandem with itself.

A heart can hold a heart-full of anything.

I am tipsy after my
own feelings
themselves have become wine.
I forget myself, world and all.

My heart itself is a wound,
no medicine can cure it.
It deepens further if stared at,
and hurts more if touched.

Even if they (Children) try to pluck it,
the flower submits itself onto their hands.
If it happens to prick their heels,
the thorn scorns itself all its life.

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Suman Pokhrel (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.