Memories
by Mahesh Paudyal
I never knew
Memories could be so torturous!
They come
Ripping through the curtains of cold, desolate nights
Squeeze in, right up to the heart
Shake me up time and again
Show a ghastly carmagnole of wounds
And still say,
“The night is yet to pass.”
Paudyal is a Nepali poet who writes in Nepali and English. Sunya Praharko Sakshi and Notes of Silent Times are his published works of poetry. He teaches at the Central Department of English, Tribhuvan University. He is also a noted critic and translator.
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This poem was visually stunning. I could imagine the landscape. It was melodic. How weary this world is, when all the poet has is despair. Look, behold, take care with a poet’s despair, take care with their imagination, their craft, their devotion, their creativity. Sometimes that is all the poet has to sustain themselves. I am talking from personal experience. When the good deeds are few and far between, we have poets, and poetry.
“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”
William Shakespeare