AFTER GOING HOME
Others do not believe but he knows, he will live.
Lying on the hospital bed he has a hope.
He is semi-conscious. He is eagerly waiting for the time to walk home. Soon. But, the doctors say -
After a few days he will be declared dead. His near and dear ones
have braced themselves into the exercise of feeling his absence. But, in his semi-conscious stage, he’s thinking - I will go home from this hospital
and will live my life like a right man.
He thinks - I will rekindle all those relationships that had broken during his past and will add sweetness to it and collect enough
insights of love. I will care my old dog and will bring another pup home. I will try to understand the love that binds human and animals. He thinks
As soon as I reach home I will remove the coat of dust settled on the covers of my books. I will wipe its spines with a clean cloth and place them into the shelf. Especially;
those books of stories, essays, poetries and memoirs
so that they are readily available when I need them.
And I will buy selected books and add them to my collection. And will place all the books close to my eyes.
He thinks - After I go home I will enjoy every evening. every morning.
And will touch the flower buds of the morning and young flowers of the evening.
I will go to those mountains that carry snow, frozen rivers, waterfalls
and will meet those hills, mountain tops, valleys after going home.
He thinks I will listen to all those songs and music weaved by pure hearts and melody but after going home.
A poem by Rajab Translated by Nabin Kumar Chhetri
* Rajab is an eminent Nepali poet.