Timepiece
The killer has withdrawn
from the scene of oppression,
leaving behind
a sea of silences,
a confluence
of items elemental.
Some of the items had special significance
like the dagger, the terror and the timepiece.
The dagger lay splashed in gore,
its terror deep, quivering inwards.
No one knew what time
of the day the piece had on its quaking fingers.
The mob swarmed
and panic choked the alphabets
of innocence
chalked on its escalating face.
But most memorable thing
that remained was that timepiece ‘s wild screech
because caged in its blood vessels
was the ravaging pulse of the time to come.
Translated from the Nepali by Yuyutsu Sharma