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Before getting translated, a poem already gets shrunk or expanded within the ‘sphere of intellect’ of the translator in the original language, and it again gets shrunk or expanded within the ‘sphere of intellect’ of the translator in the target language.

— Suman Pokhrel

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Every morning
I wake up with the news
of bloodshed.
I feel my body,
desperate to know whether
I’m still alive.

An uneasy rhythm of life
is more life like than an easy death.

I asked none
why life ends in ways uncertain.

Once positioned on their(children's) lips,
even the scariest of words
come out as a melodious lisp.

The dream too thinks twice,
gets filtered to go soft
to be seated on children's eyes.

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