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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576168" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Eyes of Swayambhu</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beloved poet 'Icchuk'! <br>On one of those days that have become history<br>a few days before you were killed<br>we are together - you and I<br>and with a pair of underground hands<br>you had scribbled a couple of sleepless dreams<br>at this very place<br>where, under the eyes of Swambhu<br>I am at present<br>seeking for those days<br>albeit in recollections! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beloved poet 'Icchuk'! <br>When the news of your murder<br>reached villages and counties<br>like a momentous storm<br>the eyelashes of all seekers of a bright sky<br>were simultaneously soaked<br>and villages, tired of scarcities<br>wept along with me.<br>Papers sold more copies<br>for carrying the news of your demise.<br>The hapless people wept at your end<br>until their tears gathered to form a Gandaki -<br>yes, they were the same people<br>whose future you are seeking<br>even after your demise<br>the way people search for saligrams<br>in Kaligandaki.<br>Children sang mourning songs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beloved poet 'Icchuk'! <br>All these happened at the news of your murder! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A day after your murder<br>I asked the keen eyes of Swayambhu<br>whether a sun<br>with an old bag<br>and a lean body<br>roamed around, thither<br>as it did a day or so<br>earlier in the past.<br>I asked further<br>if a moon with sweet dreams<br>came that way, or not.<br>Have you seen<br>the foot marks of his murder? <br>Mounted on the top of this hill<br>did you recognize<br>the corpse of my beloved poet? <br>Tell o, the great eyes of Swayambhu! <br>You were, for sure a witness, <br>when my beloved poet was killed.<br>Did you ever see him around? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">©</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matrika+Pokharel">Matrika Pokharel</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576168" data-title="The Eyes of Swayambhu de Matrika Pokharel" data-description="Beloved poet 'Icchuk'! On one of those days that have become history a few days before you were killed we are together - you and I and with a pair of underground hands you had scribbled a couple of sleepless dreams at this very place where, under..."></div> </div> </div>
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