Sushma Ranahanma

 (Trans. from Nepali by Hem Bishwakarma)

 

An antique photograph

Faded innocent smile though

Or, tender youth my mother wore

I keep it safe!

 

She might have had a print

The photograph—

Shot in an eminent pose

Almost a couple of decades back

 

My mother, cosmetics illiterate,

Her youth might have won

The heart of a porter,

The merry youths—

Relishing the falls at hills

The bumblebees humming around flowers

Up at the ridges and down the lowlands

Reclining wayfarers at Chautari[1]

Rest-stations at mountain-pass

 

Though had her eyes stuck on young Soltee[2]s

When chorusing with Sakela[3],

Swapping the Sili[4]

Won she the heart of Aapa, the father

Then with the love

I was wombed!

 

Nurtured on her lap,

I seek happiness across the seas

She still keeps her patience unbroken

Along the wrinkle lines

The hug spreads hiding wishes in

Waits to cuddle with the hearts at a distance

 

An antique photograph of mother

Faded innocent smile though

Or, a tender youth she wore

I keep safe!

Yet,

The photograph utterly mirrors me!

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[1] A resting place under poplar and banyan tree

[2] Relation addressed by a woman to a brother’s or sister’s brother-in-law

[3] A cultural dance performed by the Rai community in Nepal

[4] Change in movements in Sakela dance

 

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Sushma Ranahanma is a wonderful poet with emotions, and rebels against the devil in society. She has an anthology of her poetries, Aamako Taasphoto (roughly translates as a photograph of mother).