BIO
Born on September 3rd, 1952, Manprasad Subba is a Nepali poet from Darjeeling, India. He has nine volumes of poetry and a novel to his credit. He has co-authored a book of critical essays and has edited two journals in Nepali and English, as well as two commemorative books. He has also translated Nepali and Hindi poetry, and fiction books into English.
Some of his books of Nepali poetry are translated into English, Hindi, and Maithili, and are published by Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi, and other publishers. Many of his poems have been translated into major Indian languages.
Subba has represented many Indian and Nepali poets and writers at national and international summits and seminars. He taught English literature at the Vidyasagar Higher Secondary School and Bijanbari Degree College in Darjeeling.
(These poems are translated from the original Nepali into English by the poet himself.)
Anti-Shivalingam
What’s wrong
with the man of this country?
With phalluses grown all over his body
he is on the rampage
pouncing upon women and girls.
He is bent on crushing them.
He has grown thorns of phalluses
on the barren slope of his body
abominably rich in cultivation.
He has grown phalluses on his forehead, in his eyes,
on the nose, lips, chin, chest, palms and the backs of his hands.
He has become the man of countless phalluses
But he knows nothing about the Shiva’s Phallus.
He is ignorant about the fertile myth of the Bhairava.
Otherwise,
he wouldn’t have thus grown an anti-Shiva phallus.
He sees vulva in every woman’s face,
even in their breasts
where their hearts beat.
He sees nothing but vulvas
in all parts of a female body.
He has not observed Freud’s mind,
Let alone Vatsayana’s subtle feelings.
He cannot understand the poetry of love-making
sculpted in the temple walls of Khajuraho,
Or else he would not have grown
the horns of phalluses on his head
that makes him look so ferocious.
Now, even one of his ears is spared
from being transformed into a phallus
O, Poet!
Read him a beautiful poem of love.
Tell him the story of Laila-Majnu.
O, Singer!
Sing him a song of love
to stir his soul and sensibility.
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अशिवलिङ्ग / मनप्रसाद सुब्बा
अचेल के भा’को हँ
यो देशको लोग्नेमान्छेलाई ?
जीउभरि लिङ्गैलिङ्ग उमारेर
त्यसले अन्धाधुन्ध धावा बोलिरहेछ स्वास्नीमान्छेमाथि!
स्वास्नीमान्छेहरूलाई कह्त्तम पार्ने
त्यसले
आफ्नो जीउभरि लिङ्गहरू जुरूरूरू उमारेको छ काँढासरि
त्यसको शरीरको रूगरूगे पाखामा
लिङ्गको खेती घिनलाग्दो सप्रेको छ
उम्रेका छन् लिंगहरू त्यसको निधारमा आँखामा नाकमा ओंठमा
चिउँडोमा छातीमा हत्केलामा अनि हत्केलापछिल्तिर
लिङ्गैलिङ्गको मान्छे भएको छ त्यो
तर त्यसलाई शिवलिङ्गको शिवत्वबारे केही थाह छैन
उन्मत्त भैरव-लिङ्गको उर्वर मिथक पनि त्यसले सुनेको छैन
सुनेको भए यत्ति अशिव हुने थिएन त्यो
त्यसले त स्वास्नीमान्छेको स्तनमा पनि
योनी मात्र देख्छ
स्वास्नीमान्छेको जीउभरि त्यसले
योनी योनी देख्छ
त्यसैले उमारेको छ त्यसले जीउभरि मैनकाँढा लिङ्गहरूको
त्यसले फ्रयडको मन देखेको छैन
वात्सायनको भावना त झनै देखेको छैन
नत्र यसरी जीउभरि लिङ्ग उमारेर
हेरिनसक्नु घिनलाग्दो हुने थिएन त्यो
त्यसले खजुराओको मन्दिरको मीठो यौन कविता
पढ्न जानेको छैन
नत्र यसरी टाउकोमा लिङ्गको सिङ् उमारेर
यति हिंस्रक हुने थिएन त्यो
यदि त्यसको यौटै मात्र कान पनि
लिङ्ग हुनबाट बाँचेको छ भने
ओ कवि !
त्यसलाई यौटा मीठो प्रेमकविता सुनाइदेऊ
लैला-मजनुको कथा भनिदेऊ
ओ गायक !
त्यसलाई यौटा मधुर प्रेमकविता सुनाइदेऊ
कतै त्योभित्र अलिकति संवेदना तरङ्गिन्छ कि !
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