Benju Sharma


_ Benju Sharma


Down the ages
In my room
Is an old moth-eaten
Battered photo
Which could be deciphered
Only through
Trained eyes
Photo of an old shape
Posed standing
Worshipped by my granny
Today is the thorn in my eyes
I have known that
There is a periphery of faith
There is a limit to the belief
I will paint this picture
The color of fire
And put it in the middle
Illuminating all four angles

Translation- Himal khadka

A lit matchstick
In the middle.

A Himal Khadka Translation.