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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Silly Questions




Sometimes I feel

Why does the breeze

Not blow just for itself, why

The sun

Does not say, I'll rise only in palaces?

Why do the rivers

not say, This comes in other's frontier?

 

What happens if

The weak assumed clouds get angry,

And soils sprout

Only weeds?

What happens if

Our own heart forgets

Our body?

 

I, myself, stand alone

In the dock, and question

 

Why, without any fear,

Do flowers bloom?

Why don't birds claim, The sky is only ours!

Why, without regret,

Do roads spill their nakedness

Far and wide? 

 

Why does the mountain

Not keep on freezing

But melt as well? Why do

Nights have to take their leave, though reluctantly?

Why doesn't the winter scream, saying

Let no new leaves sprout!?

 

Why do babies come carrying

A great mountain of sorrow

In the wombs, from the wombs?

Who

Do the cracked heels tease

Over and over again, grinning?

Why,

Why do revolutions always stand

On the back of laborers? 

 

Placing my palm lines

On my forehead, I question

 

Why does the dustbin refuse  

To clean its own appearance? Why

Does the guitar not accept

The tunes brought to life 

With my inexperienced fingers? Why

Do our own eyes

Not see ourselves

As beautiful?

 

Why doesn't the mirror show

My frustrations, my vanities, and my sins?

 

Why doesn't

Time take

Commands of people?


                    -Nabin Pyassi

                     Translator Haris Adhikari