Dear son!
These days I can slowly type the letter myself
Eyes are getting weaker
Doctor Sumsher says they can’t be operated at this age
I don’t know till when these eyes can discern green
Dear son, though at this age
I am at least able to send you an email.
After the skype chat with you yesterday
Your mother wept all night
Your sisters are in Mahendranagar
Your brother is in Dehradun
You are there
And to show the faces to us everyday
We only have Kaskikot and Sarangkot hills
Doctor Susmsher was saying
The sufferings that the mother endured are now surfacing
The knee knuckles do not move properly
She tells that it pains even before she moves.
Till last year
She carried heavy bundles of grass
From the plantation
Now feels her own body heavy
Doctor Sumsher suggests not taking pressure at this age
Because it is difficult operating at this age.
When it starts to pain everywhere
One need not go to the fare
To look for a sorrow!
I know you’ve not forgotten
How I had taught you to fly a kite when you were small
And I had said
Do not weep even if the kite breaks away and gets entangled in a tree
Dear son, when your kite got entangled, I bought you a new kite
But by now, you all flew like the kites
And got entangled somewhere with no hope to come back
You all flew like a bird
And made a new nest in the blue sky of the dream!
A swallow has made its nest in the beam of the house
Children still play the kites
I only think
If the dream sky of your flight
Were somewhere here!
(Translated by Keshab Sigdel)
These days I can slowly type the letter myself
Eyes are getting weaker
Doctor Sumsher says they can’t be operated at this age
I don’t know till when these eyes can discern green
Dear son, though at this age
I am at least able to send you an email.
After the skype chat with you yesterday
Your mother wept all night
Your sisters are in Mahendranagar
Your brother is in Dehradun
You are there
And to show the faces to us everyday
We only have Kaskikot and Sarangkot hills
Doctor Susmsher was saying
The sufferings that the mother endured are now surfacing
The knee knuckles do not move properly
She tells that it pains even before she moves.
Till last year
She carried heavy bundles of grass
From the plantation
Now feels her own body heavy
Doctor Sumsher suggests not taking pressure at this age
Because it is difficult operating at this age.
When it starts to pain everywhere
One need not go to the fare
To look for a sorrow!
I know you’ve not forgotten
How I had taught you to fly a kite when you were small
And I had said
Do not weep even if the kite breaks away and gets entangled in a tree
Dear son, when your kite got entangled, I bought you a new kite
But by now, you all flew like the kites
And got entangled somewhere with no hope to come back
You all flew like a bird
And made a new nest in the blue sky of the dream!
A swallow has made its nest in the beam of the house
Children still play the kites
I only think
If the dream sky of your flight
Were somewhere here!
(Translated by Keshab Sigdel)
‘बा’को इमेल
— निष्प्रभ सजी
बाबु आजकल
अलिअलि टाइप गर्न सक्ने भएको छु
आँखा भने कमजोर हुँदैछन्
शमशेर डाक्टर, यो उमेरमा अपरेशन गर्न मिल्दैन भन्छन्
थाहा छैन यो आँखाले कहिले सम्म हरियो चिन्ला ?
बाबु यो उमेरमा भएपनि
तिमीलाई इमेल गर्न सक्ने भएको छु ।
हिजो तिमीसँग स्काइपमा कुरा गरेपछि
आमा रातभरी रोई
दिदीहरू महेन्द्रनगर छन्
दाई देहरादून छ
तिमी तेता छौ
हामीलाई हरेक दिन अनुहार देखाउने
यही कास्कीकोट र सराङ्कोटको डाँडो छ
शमशेर डाक्टर भन्दैथिए
आमाको दुख अब निक्लियो
घुँडाको जोर्नी राम्रो सँग घुम्दैन
आमा हिँड्नै नपाई दुख्छ भन्छे ।
परार सम्म
खरबारी बाट चुली लगाएर
घाँसको भारी बोक्ने आमालाई
आफ्नै रित्तो शरीर भारी भएको छ ।
शमशेर डाक्टर, यो उमेरमा दुःख नगर्नुस् भन्छन्
शमशेर डाक्टर, यो उमेरमा अपरेसन गर्न मिल्दैन भन्छन्
जताततै दुख्न थालेपछि
दुख खोज्न
मेला जान नपर्ने रहेछ !
मलाई थाहा छ तिमीले बिर्सिका छैनो
तिमी सानो छँदा चंगा उडाउन सिकाएको थिएँ मैले
र भनेको थिएँ
चंगा चुँडिएर रुखमै अड्कियो भने नरुनु भनेर
बाबु
चंगा चुँडिदा त मैले नया चंगा किनेर दिन्थेँ तिमीलाई
अहिले त तिमीहरुनै चंगा भएर उड्यौ
र अड्कियौ नझर्ने गरी
अहिले त तिमीहरु नै चरा भएर उड्यौ
र बनायौ नया गुँड सपनाको नीलो आकाशमा !
घरको दलिनमा गौँथलीले गुँड बनाएको छ
केटाकेटीहरु अझै पनि चंगा जुधाउँदै हिँड्छन्
यतिमात्र सोच्छु
तिमी उड्ने सपनाको आकाश पनि
यहीँ कतै भईदिएको भए !
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