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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Butterfly



My one-and-a-half-year-old daughter
leaves holding my finger
and runs away to catch a butterfly
fluttering in the yard

the butterfly keeps on flying around
and she keeps on following it. 

The butterfly flies away from the view
and then she starts crying;
I hold my daughter to my bosom,
caress her, try to soothe her.
I feel like saying

'Don't cry, chhori!
The butterfly is not our living;
it's only a deception like a dream.'

I too have arrived in this city
leaving my home and village,
my father and mother

following and chasing my dream.
And my dream has further eluded me

it has run away from me.
But like my daughter
I cannot cry
even though I want to.

         -Upendra Subba
          Translator Haris Adhikari