Oh mind of mine,
Hush! Be quiet!
Aren’t you exhausted from singing?
Singing of the minute just gone,
Of expired heartaches,
Of the minute yet to come,
And of the uncertain tomorrow.

Silence, oh loud one!
Your songs weary me.
Your voice casts a dark cloud
Over my sunny day!
Free me from your shackles,
Oh phony master —
I ain’t your prisoner!

Let me ascend,
Ascend high into the blue sky,
Over the green haven,
And let me compose my own song.

By Sudeep Karki