Pragati Rai is well known name in contemporary Nepalese poetry and prose. Born in Sakela, Bhopur, she is an author as well as an activist. She has published two novels, Lekhak Ki Swasni and Birsieko Mritu as well as a poetry collection Badi Wigyapti. Soon, she is coming with her next novel, Thangra. Here, The Margin presents her poem "The Basket."
The Basket
When she got a basket
My little daughter forgot everything -
Forgot the food, forgot her mum.
When she got the basket
She forgot my lap.
How can a mum keep a control over her
When she leaves her lap?
Leaving everything aside,
she has to fill her basket.
In the basket, she put some flowers.
Then she liked the moon,
So took out the flowers and put in the moon.
She liked the stars even more.
More than the stars she liked the wind,
water, butterflies, clouds and what not.
There is one basket, she has to put a lot.
She kept on taking out and putting in,
Taking out and putting in..
Then the evening fell.
She started crying
Because the basket was empty.
Comparing the basket with life,
The mum began to cry with her daughter.
The life too remains empty
Trying all through to fulfil your desires.
Still sobbing,
The mum said to her daughter –
Keep only one thing in the basket
And fill your heart with the memory of the others.
यदि तपाईंसँग कुनै लेखरचना वा मूलधारका मिडियाबाट किनारीकृत मुद्दा तथा विषयहरू छन् भने हामीलाई [email protected] मा पठाउनुहोस् ।