भुवनेश्वर शर्मा
दरबारमार्ग उजाड हुंदा
हामीले रूखहरू रोप्यौ
ज्याकरान्डा र पैयुंका रुखहरू
सुन्दरता ल्याउनलाई
हिउंद आयो दरबारमार्गमा
पतझड बृक्षका पातहरू झरे
बसन्त आयो त्यहाँ
हामीले रोपेका फ़ूलहरू फूले |
हिमालमा हिउं रोयो
नेपालमा युद्ध हुंदा
हामीले आशाहरू रोप्यौ
नेपालमा शान्ति ल्याउनलाई |
भुवनेश्वर शर्मा
कौडेको लेकमुनी
मेरो सानो गाऊं छ |
डांडामथिको मेरो गाऊंबाट
सेताम्य हिमाल देखिन्छ |
बिहानीको नीलो आकाशमुनि
पहिलो घामको किरनले,
मेरो गाऊलाई शुन्दर पार्छ |
मेरो ग्वाघा गाऊंको सिरानमा,
गुरांसको जंगल छ |
बसन्त ऋतू र नयाँ बर्षको संगममा
मेरो गाऊको सुन्दरता
बर्णन गरी नसक्नुको छ |
नया बर्षमा दक्षिणी गोलार्द्दबाट
सबैलाई सुभकामाना छ ||
By Bhuwaneshor Sharma
Down the Heaven Road,
I encountered Jesus on a narrow alley;
Surviving in an artificial oxygen pipe,
He suffered chronic asthma.
Further down was Mother Teresa,
Beside the shadow of eucalyptus,
She’s refused an entry to heaven
For her service in Kolkata’s gutters........
Nearest to heaven stood Allah
He was suffering hypertension
For the sin Al-Quaida
Committed in Afghanistan.
Al-quaeda’s banners hung around heaven’s gate
Laden was appointed the Immigration In-charge,
to quarantine the passengers’ sins;
He cancelled George Bush’s visa.
Buddha was recently expelled,
From the heaven
He was waiting a train
Back to Lumbini.
I met some staging protest on its entrance
Claiming the entry to heaven’s luxury
Among them were some dictators like,
Robert Mug awe, Parvez and Chavez.
All of sudden Bin Laden disappears
I grab the chance to enter the gate
I saw Laden’s concubines
On the day of Valentines.
The heaven was sinking in blood,
In the corner cooking fresh flesh were
Idi Amin, Saddam and Hitler,
Offered heaven for their atrocities,
In Uganda, in Iraq and in Germany.
