A Modern Myth
Rests a sparrow at my balcony
And looks for her destiny in the top corner ventilator.
Her look looks an enquiry to me
And I reply her as in a theatre:
“I dare not envision thy destiny
Coz Destiny himself has been lamenting
For the road not taken!
I would certainly have been a prophet
But it’s not because of destiny that I am on the road I am on
But because Certainty has shaken! ! ”
The sparrow twists her head as in total confusion
And flutters away, and
I add to my poem:
'I am sure as I call thou a sparrow
Coz Nature has evolved you to flutter the way you flutter
Or because has She mistaken? '
poem by Atul Pokharel
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