– Rabindra Mishra
Like all the past years
This Dashain was no different for me
A flow of copious booze and blood
Whilst the slaughtering of my conscience
For me, Dashain came, and went
Insignificant days that did not matter.
But thanks to someone unseen
In this time of kaliyuga
Something unexpected happened to Maili BiKa.
This Dashain for Maili BiKa
Came with a small chicken
Ten packets of noodles
Five manas of flattened rice
And new clothes for her children
These became significant days
In some small ways,
When gestures of kindness
Came this Dashain for Maili BiKa
Like rhododendrons blooming on a nearby hill
Warming rays on a house, damp and chill.
Slaughtering my wisdom
Dashain passed me by
But for Maili BiKa
Dashain came and stayed on
As a treasured gift for years coming by.
– Rabindra Mishra | 7 October 2011, Kathmandu