A Happy Poem


With sincere apologies to Pablo Neruda.


Tonight I can write the happiest lines.


Write, for instance, how much I love you

When you ask me to write a happy poem.


My heart leaps up to my mouth!

I chew its arteries and veins,

Imagining your sweet, mischievous eyes

Framed inside the horn-rimmed glasses.


The night wind blows and sighs inside my bones.


I love you, and when I write

The happy poems, you love me back.


With quivering mustachioed lips, hands waving in pantomime,

You often plead for a poem that jumps and squeals with glee.


Sitting on the stone patio, as I was the other day,

Obsessing on the miseries of my monotonous life,

You sneaked into, and said—


Why don’t you write something joyous

About this wonderful place, this life?


The night wind now shakes the roots of my marrow.


In the distance a melancholy music plays in a transistor radio,

My heart searches for the rise and fall of your sweet voice,

Your smooth cadence.


Enmeshed in woe I search for words and phrases,

Those elusive words that make a happy poem.


Drowning life’s sorrows in a cup of weak ginger tea,

I pick up the cheap ballpoint pen and write—


The happiest line.


The night wind blows and then cools the fever off my brow.

I am happy with the happy line.


I forget the fateful fall, and stand with you

On the forgotten continent of love, though this be the last

Happy poem you make me write

And this one the last verse I write for you.

Bibek Adhikari

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2019-06-10 at 11:44

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well done, Bibek; this has a smooth flow amidst some interesting and at times surprising descriptions. It also moves easily between moods, which is no small feat :>o

Members of Coo & Co confess, we haven't heard of Pablo Neruda. We'll add him to our ever-growing Reading List :>)

Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a gorgeous poem, you bring few tears in my eyes, well done Bibek.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
What I really like about this poem is the relaxed, almost conversational language. It flows nicely and it has your unique use of images.

There are many felicities in this tender and beautifully constructed poem, and you've given me the incentive to return to Neruda's "saddest lines" --- which I haven't read in a while!