Two years younger than Devkota,
My grandfather nears a hundred,
Outliving avarice and affluence,
Living on gruel and greens;
Born in the year of Muna Madan,
My papa lives Devkota’s lyrics,
Outliving egotism and absurdities,
Living on gruel and greens;
They did not flee out of home
Along with distraught kinsmen,
But held back in the hills
Living on gruel and greens;
Their Munas bestowed company
In life’s odds and inadequacies
Singing, attuned in eternal bond,
The glory of gruel and greens
I inherit the lyrics, the love,
The gruel and greens, and see
That Devkota can outlive
My Grandpa, papa and me.
1 comment:
sir its a great literary art.
every words give respect to Devkota.
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