Nawa Raj Subba

Many people have got respect inside the life and even after death. The children who are born pay their father’s homage. But an ordinary Limbuni woman, and even a mother who today has no children in this material world, at least as far as I can recall, seems to have no human being. That is why, by going forward as a human being, I try to pay homage to her – by writing a memory.

• Nawa Raj Subba

There is hardly a person in the world of life who does not see the cloud of desperation. I still see black clouds in the sky occasionally. In the clouds that cover the horizon, I still see the silver circle on the horizon. I get the power to live by looking at it. General people, poets, artists whose works have always given me strength and inspiration in life. There are among those who shine like a silver lining on the horizon of my mind. My chest swells while listening to his thoughts, reading his compositions. My head is filled with tears gazing at his photographs. Dahal Yagnanidhi is an author who has made a place for himself in my heart.

Radio Nepal had some powerful and successful programs in the thirties. The first one ‘Event and Thinking’ (ghatana ra bichar) and the other ‘Literature Program.’ Dahal Yagnanidhi was running a program on the literature on Radio Nepal at that time. The audience was captivated by his presentation. We all talked of his new rhetorical style. There were a couple of explanations that made this happen. The first clarification of engagement was his Jadao Address. His sharp eloquence was the second reason. His strong voice and courage made radio listeners enthusiastic. I was a regular listener with an interest in these series. One day, I submitted a poem to the Radio Nepal literature program in 2038 VS. He recited my poem without a title and a name on Radio Nepal in a series. I was surprised at the point. Without writing it, I hastily sent in the title of the poem. I have recently published that poem with the topic “Offer to You” in my first anthology of poetry, “Life in My Dictionary.” Whatever I recall, today I enjoyed it. The poem was just like that.