Treasure Island

Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar

(February 28,1948 / Kathmandu)

My Reflection


My reflection on a lake
Floats the soothing ripples
Into my reflection
Even by the zephyr,
Also ripples into mine
In the reflection of my face
Fallen on the bottom
Of the sedate lake.

Below the lake on the bottom
Traumatized by the shadow
Of the ripples smudge
The reflection of my face
Very like mine above the lake
Inside my reflected face is
Concealed the bottom
Of tranquil lake.

The ripples that stirred
The surface of the lake
Also has my reflection
That reflects my being
Close enough to requite
Between my reflection.

February 28th,2004

Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, January 29, 2008
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