• The fullmoon at the riverbank



    THE FULL MOON AT THE RIVERBANK
    Poet: Krishna Bhusan Bal
    Publisher: Bani Prakashan, Biratnagar
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    ~The Full Moon at the Riverbank ~

    Looking into the mirror
    of emerald meadow waters,
    the moon has flashed a fruity chuckle.
    tickled by the gentle touch of a breeze
    the water spreads into wavelets,
    and the entire moon appears to be an infant
    swinging in a slow cradle.
    the water birds,
    as if to jab their beaks through the moon,
    fly out of sight, fluttering their wings.
    the trees across the river stand
    as if to shoulder the whole era.
    lamps flickering in the houses big and small
    on either bank adorn like the stars.
    the horizon closing in gradually has
    descended to envelop the hill of the bank.
    the moon now crossing the yonder region of waters
    has come down to rest atop me.
    I wonder from where have gathered
    The clouds like a flock of sheep.
    The sheet of the full moon is
    Spread across the meadow of waters,
    Which the clouds have pulled over themselves
    As if it’s a furry pasmina shawl.
    The switch to turn on and off
    Each of our sparkling moments
    Is probably caught there, in the hands
    of these clouds.
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    pasmina – a fine hand-woven woolen cloth.