A room, an objective, and a woman with intellect.
A wind-opposed window,
a cheap table
as a reflection of life,
kohl, powder, face cream, and an eyebrow pencil
an English novel and some newspapers in the name of intellectuality
this is the room of an intellectual lady
in the warmth that the recent chat sparked
Lying around, are some empty tea cups and cigarette butts
As for the memories of boyfriends
a Nepali mat, the Sukul
after that, a border,
marked by a thin carpet
though unable to exceed ideals
boyfriends sometimes cross the line
of that Nepali mat, and reach for the bed
and rest their heads on the soft pillows which are always carrying in them
the dreams of discontentment
there is suffocation in this room
there is an anxiety
the nostalzia of the queen of Jhansi, Joan of Arc, and of madam curie
would always be laughing
as if in response to being unable to compromise
with society, objectives, and the circumstances
oh where! Where are Krishna’s Radha and Ram’s Sita ?
And the one whom Manu worshipped?
It is here that her daily labor
has adapted to a tough lifestyle
It is here that her weary drops of sweat
for the handful of paper notes that come in the last of the month as the pay scale of a graduate.
यसलाई जीवित राख्नकोलागि तपाइँको
आर्थिक सहयोग महत्वपूर्ण हुन्छ ।