My Yard
In a narrow alley is my yard.
what isn?t here? everything is.
countless disease,
endless hunger,
boundless grief,
only bliss is absent,
there?s a ban on it.
in a narrow alley is my yard.
what isn?t here? everything is.
in this yard of mine
god-made men and
man-made gods
both live.
but both are dejected.
both are frustrated.
men are dejected
because they are
tortured by fleas all-night-long
tortured by monies all-day-long
and the gods are frustrated
because
no one worships them, no one respects them
so, in this yard
gods and men
blaming each other
curse their luck together
in a narrow alley is my yard.
what isn?t here? everything is.
By Bhupi Sherchan
Translated by Suman Subba