A Penny Pincher
He started the day reciting a mantra
from Bhagabat Gita and soon after
grudged how hard it was
to earn and save more
Lowering his power glasses
Upto the long nose
Putting saliva in his index finger
kept on counting the cash
and regretted how little he had it
All day long
he talked about money
took a long sigh in frustration
and dreamt of winning a lottery
Fear of Dying
I can see it clearly
When it knocks on the door
Something flows as a stream
In my blood vessels
It ruptures my mind
And darkens the vision
It smells like a polecat
leaves no room for breathing
Fear knocks my door
Every now and then
In a threatening tone, he asks
Hey, are you still smiling?
Sound of Silence
Have you ever noticed the sound
That touches your heart?
As a one ting — just one ting
a temple bell and silence forever
Have you ever touched the silence?
Massaging a calf in her neck
While she waited passionately
To feel your devotion
Have you ever tasted the silence
As a sweet offering you held
in your right palm
And waited to lick until it melted
From the warmth of your hand.
Have you ever heard the silence
When the wind blew gently from the west
with all the cottons in the sky
and take you back to your childhood?
Sharmila Pokharel is the author of three books of poetry. Her bilingual colltrection, My Country in a Foreign Land (Paradesh ma merodesh) was published in 2014 (co-translated by Alice Major).She has received varies prizes including “2012 Cultural Diversity in the Arts Award“Sharmila Pokharel is the co-author ofthe recently published bookof poetry and visual arts “Somnio; the way we see it”. She was born and raised in Nepal and moved to Edmonton, Canada in 2010.