[Devkota was the greatest poet of Nepal and the Nepali language. He who was born and bred in Dilli Bazar in Kathmandu. Today is his 107th birth anniversary.]
These are the narrow streets Devkota trod
In utter voicelessness, abject in hopelessness.
Even streets have their humor these days,
Gawking in lifeless sardonic scoffing
Cursing & blaming the shoes
That scuttle by.
Now we sit here
In the wayside tea shops,
Inhaling the acrid smoke
The buses spew forth, on a curb,
& exhaling macabre tales of women & poverty & politics,
Overclouding our smoky souls &
Talk bitterly with strident voices,
Like a choir of frogs after a heavy rainfall.
In utterly hideous tongues,
Singing the songs
Of his patriotism.