Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Amit Parmessur
Elisavietta Ritchie
Donal Mahoney
Fahredin Shehu
Richard Kostelanetz
Alex Ferde
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Duane Locke
Chris Lord
Nahshon Cook
Al Ortelani
Shutta Crum
Ajibola Tolase
Silvia Scheibli
Laszlo Slomovits
Emmanuel Samson
Lyn Lifshin
Running Cub
Nikita Parik

Alan Britt
John Grey
Bhisma Upreti
Paul B. Roth
Jennifer Burd
Sunday Michael
Michael H. Brownstein
Burd
Ali Znaidi

Richard Gartee
Kanev Peycho

Engjell I. Berisha

Fred Wolven
Petraq Risto
Carolyn Elias
Alabi Oyedeji



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BEAUTY OF LIFE

Please take our photo, uncle.
Children, who looked like budding faces of aspirations,
spoke to me, their voice had an aura of hope and brightness.

I stood them in a row
and took their photo.

I looked at the photo
and at them.

But in the photo
missing was the lustre
that was in their eyes;
missing was their smile
and the colour of it;
missing was the voice of their heart
and the purity and warmth.

In the photo
there were some figures
and merely a photo.

I took the photo
but couldnít portray
the inspiring
beauty of their life.

Perhaps none can do it.

                                                             Translated by Mukul Dahal


SHADOW

This too is my shadow.

Starting from my feet
it stretches beyond the sun
holding hands like mine,
legs similar to me
wherever I go
from back to front
it walks with me.

I stare at my shadow
though ball of head is like mine
Shadow does not have my face
Shadow does not have my color
Shadow even does not have my aroma.

Though this too is my shadow
But, I am not the shadow.

           Translated by Ishwor Kandel


 

Bhisma Upreti, Kathmandu, Nepal

 


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