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translation: Sarthak Karki
I return to the happy street with a smile and
breath of wine to replace someone
Blue and lost, I try to make conversation in this
language…how?
The next morning, I am accursed by someone’s
mattress and
My phone rings, but I cannot make conversa-
tion.
Smile, smile, but her perfume is not love.
A note in the bathroom and my body leaves.
Lost, but old hope insists on living.
Smiles and wine in the evening.
I wash off the kisses.
translation: Mahesh Paudyal
