Wednesday, May 27, 2026 08:59 PM

Transformation 

POEM

 

By Ubraj Adhikari 

 

Only one time 

Transforming yourself to  

Own parents 

And  

Own grandparents, 

Having taken a deep breath  

For a moment 

When we touch our heart 

A voice suddenly arise 

You youths 

The time is calling you 

The time has requested you 

Saying that  

Culture, civilization, history, and norms 

Are the factors of real life 

When showing bucket, rope and circled rope 

(Doko, namlo and damlo

Asked at a quiz contest 

The so-called new generation 

Replying as pass – pass 

Please try to understand that 

The spade, small spade the tools of playing 

Which were used by ancestor’s/grandfathers 

And mill, spider, and fire bowl 

Which were used by grandmothers 

Always blossomed with 

The smell of self-glory and independence. 

So the history of the past 

Always should awaken 

To each and every unit of time 

One should think that 

Perhaps at the period, they did not think 

The digital, wrap, pop and Tattoo 

Not only of culture of rings at ear 

The PhD. scholars 

Who wear suits and tie 

Who are not able to listen to the voice of soil/motherland 

At the time of forefathers 

There was no imagination 

About Facebook and Twitter 

Not any (good or bad) influence of copy-paste was there 

Even though 

There was a sense of 

 Life and world 

Sense of soil and heart 

As the Mount Sagarmatha forever 

Mount Sagarmatha of self-consciousness 

We bow our heads to them 

Who are always living 

As mountains of respect 

But…

Who are living…the so-called living 

Are not living 

Nevertheless, they are dying  

Oh, they are dying in every step 

In their so-called modern life 

The grand combination of manner, culture, and existence 

The most, powerful combination 

Not only at the edge of sharp weep 

On ‘Khukuri‘ 

But, at the light of self-confident 

Always enlightens,  

The grand lights of youths 

Are found at the spirit and courage 

Which are waiting by the soil of the nation. 

For a self-drop of your blood 

Which are flowing at nerves of youth 

The flow of self-consciousness 

Should blow 

Should run like a river 

Because 

Not only of us 

The heritage of forefathers 

That should for coming generations 

A lifestyle to live freely 

Without any hesitation 

 

With self-dignity and golden existence 

Should get an opportunity to be an independent  

Should get an opportunity to be independent. 

 

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