The Wait – Nabin Kumar Chhetri

I am going to hills of Darjeeling again

A very special thanks to Nabin Kumar Chhetri for his excellent submission to Voices and the competition. Here is a short biography about Nabin:

Nabin Kumar Chhetri is a Nepalese poet. He is a member of Scottish PEN. He graduated with a degree of M. St in Creative Writing from Oxford University and has also graduated with a degree of M.Litt in the  Novel from the University of Aberdeen.

He is recognized by the Scottish Book Trust: 

http://www.scottishbooktrust.com/profile-author/122275

 His poetry has been published eighty national and international journals. He lives in Scotland with his wife and two children.  Further information can be had at www.nabinkchhetri.com

THE WAIT

I sat beside you

when we went to Darjeeling.

I must have been nine then.

I would sit by the glass window

and watch the landscape shift

on the tinted glass pane.

At Kurseong, the bus would stop

the old train station would show up

through a haze of mist

the smell of burnt coal would warm my nostrils.

You would get off, to buy something

my eyes would follow you through the crowd

and as soon as you disappeared, my heart would skip a beat

and when you would reappear again, life would return.

The bus driver would come

he would roar the accelerator; On and Off

a column of black smoke would rush out

and when he blew the horn

my eyes searched from one face to the other

until I would see you

running with a packet of biscuit in one hand

and a bottle of water on the next.

On the way uphill, I would vomit

you would wipe my mouth with your handkerchief

give me water and an avomine tablet

I would rest on your shoulder and sleep.

Thirty years have passed by

I am going to hills of Darjeeling again

I sit by the window

a stranger, rests next to me

The wind moans through the glass chink.

At Kurseong, the bus slows down to a low throttle

beside the same train station

It hisses and comes to a halt. I do not want to go out.

And it feels like nothing has changed;

the rush, the smell of coal and the faces of the people.

The driver comes back, pushes the accelerator, blows the horn.

I look at the crowd. The mist curls up and lazily cover the town.

I feel like I am waiting for you again.

Nabin Kumar Chhetri

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2 thoughts on “The Wait – Nabin Kumar Chhetri

  1. Navin K. Chhetri brings out the ephemeral memories of yester-years to stark vibrancy. He had captured the feelings of a little boy for his father with a poignancy that stretches across time. He perhaps even sees the world in a grain of sand.
    Thank you for this poem Navin K. Chhetri

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  2. A poem which shows an eternal love of a son for a father who physically doesn’t exist but who is alive in each drop of his blood, alive in each breath and every memories they cherished together. Heart touching and awesome poem.

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