राजा पुनियानीका ११ युद्ध कविताहरू / अनुवाद तुल्सी थापा

#. War and Buddha

On victory war insists
And also with Buddha, the lord
Willingness of victory persists

War knows it drags life nearer to death
For Buddha
A query, why this life has to meet this ultimate end ?

War longs for territorial victory
On the other hand
Victory over one’s own soul
Buddha prays for

War provokes the death of life
Buddha rather pleads for
Death of death itself

Thus, virtually
Which war is bigger than Buddha ?

#.The Tomb

Every tomb was engraved with names
In history that would’ve never scripted
Engraved were none of the names
Tombs mentioned none of them
Buddha, Hitler, Lenin, Mao, Putin,Trump
None of them
Neither the tombs mentioned the places
Palestine, Kashmir, Darjeeling
Nor Syria
That one single name
Meant nothing for no one…

Every kiss of dark death created lively moment
For them
A small window there
From where a large sky could be glanced
From that narrow doorstep there
Thousands of open paths stretched ahead
Ah, the dark kitchen cooked
Their colorful dream !

That tomb,
Oh yes, that tomb is but their home
Syria, their home !!!

#. Poems on war-torn Syria

1.
As shroud
Use my poems
To cover the corpse
Burn all those symbolic words
From my poems
To Lit the fire
As your assault
Has lately made my poems
Ah ! Wounded and worthless !

2.
Hey Syria ! Hey you !
Sorry couldn’t attend right now
To nourish your present wound
To wipe off your bloody tears
To render lovely touch
On the void of your houses
To console your babies’ cries
Dear Syria, listen !
Our kitchens, our courtyard,
Our hilly trail, Our terraces, blind corners
Our square, schools and hospitals,
Streams and rivulets
Our topography, vicinity and neighbor
And center for get-together
And nevertheless every place and corner,
All these and every dream of ours
Personifies Syria
And only Syria

Ah, all these have gone into coma
Just a moment Syria
Please come into consciousness
Oh Syria, my Syria
By God !
We too are following the same funeral procession row of our own dreams
At this moment you are chewing bombs there
And we are chewing
Our own face and fate !
Allow me to take this oath
Syria ! Dear Syria ! Time itself is digging the tombs
For Americas, Russias, Israels
Wait till then and have patience Syria
Sorry Syria
Miss you Syria !

3.
Syria is but a porter now
It carries ship
It carries oil
Carries pollution
Carries earthquake, sandstorm
‘Cause Syria is but a porter now
It’s loaded with South Asia, Arab, Meditaranian Sea, Lebanon, Israel
And what not ?
As Syria is but a bonded carrier now
It carries the heinous arrogance of autocrat
It carries the ISIS-hunger of power, greed of Alkaida
Carries the thirst of America’s imperialism, loaded with the dark shadow of world war
Ah poor Syria is a porter now !
The Day when
Syria holds its own weight
Watch ! And behold !
Syria won’t remain the same porter…
Syria will change
Yeah, it’s sure to change !!

4.
Syria & Syrias, so many Syrias….
Within one Syria
There’s one Darjeeling, and in another one there’s Rohingya
Myanmar in another one, Bhutan in next one
Also Tibet in other next…..
Syria & Syrias, so many Syrias
Palestine in one and Bosnia in another
The next one has Afganistan
The other has Kashmir
Syria & Syrias, so many Syrias
One Syria is here, the other one there
Next one is a bit far there
Yonder is the other one
Yonder, beyond yonder the next one
Farther the other one
One Syria is here inside the soul of my country
Without being rubbed it is here inside us
It exists there
Till the American dogmatic influence reigning my country
Doesn’t blast and burst the bomb upon me…

5.
The smoky morning drags out half body
Crushed inside by the ruins
And
In front of UN -lane
Holding the blood dripping head
When Syrias remain standing
Americas start licking the blood
Then BBC in haste announces
American president empathically declares terrorism is world’s enemy
And it plans for world’s security

6.
Syria!
You’ve become unknown here
Your face resembles the terror of a bomb
Your eyes seem like the mirror of blood
Syria!
You’re a complete stranger here

Syria !
The day they recognize you
This supposed to be war civilization
Is to be absurd one…

7.
Syria !
Millions of miles afar from here
This poet accepts his own death
On the sad demise of your child
I’m feeling the hunger of DEATH
While I’ve to live the death of you
Oh SYRIA !

8.
While all the poets of the whole world
Are reciting the Syria-poem
Shamefully
America is sipping the Syrian liquor
And belching the hangover of the war
America, keep it in your mind
Every American has one Vietnam in their womb !!!

9.
Oh Syria !
Now this defeated world waits
One more Vietnam
The day when you wake up from this devastation
Awaken yourself
And wake up
Wake up with such strength
No America would rather raise its head again…

10.
Syria! Now you be the sun
One dark sun
Where the sun of gloomy America
Vomit the brightness

11.
Syria, I love you
No rose is more beautiful
Than the terrified face of yours
That peeps through the void of the cracked wall
Beauty lies amidst the terror
Death is itself love
When war is the great achievement
That this civilization offers

#. Love & War
War..
It’s never farther than
Love!
As the death is always
Nearer to
Life..

-Raja Puniani
[ Translated by : Tulsi Thapa ]