I wonder if my country did not fall on the canvas!
I wonder if my country is a wounded canvas
Or the wounded canvas is my country!
म अलमलमा छु मेरो देश घाईते क्यानभास हो
वा घाईते क्यानभास मेरो देश हो !
A passerby does not take a siesta,
Nor lovers come to kiss hiding behind me.
हाम्रै समाजमा पनि झमक घिमिरेका जीवन कथा पढ्ने हो भने हामिलाई थाहा हुन्छ समाजले उनको सारीरिक अपाङ्गतालाई कसरि हेर्छ र स्वयं झमक घिमिरेले कसरि हेर्छिन। उनको किताब “जीवन काँडा कि फुल” मा कतै उनि लेख्छिन “मैले आफ्नो सरिरलाइ ऐना मा हेरे, मेरा आफ्नै स्तन नियाले र आफैलाई धेरै सुन्दर पाएँ” यस्तै, यस्तै । एउटि अपाङ्गता भएकी महिलालाई नेपाली समाजले हेर्ने दृष्टिकोण भन्दा फरक उनको त्यो विचार र भावना बेग्लै र व्यक्तिगत यौनिकता र पहिचान संग जोडिएको छ।
Throughout the book, Sindhuliya talks about inherent human frailties like selfishness, vanity, rebelliousness, hypocrisy of politicians, distrust and lack of spirituality. The poet desires to live and rail against autocracy and aristocracy.
“Who the hell are you?” they said. Finally, I swore on them and they shut their mouths up. I felt so powerful. When the bus’s last station came and it halted to a complete stop, all passengers got off, we also got off from the bus only to discover someone from behind hit me so hard on my head that the whole town whirled around my head.
The Roman goddess
Of wisdom, arts, crafts, and of war!
Gradually the opened window pulled me to the world outside where a couple of lovers, I suppose, were going around the Baudha gumba, reminding me of the barren life…
Holding on to whatever part they can grasp, ear, tail, hoof or head, the men start to tear the goat apart. Gripped with the fever of ripping apart the animal, even biting it, the men are oblivious to its cries of shock and pain.