Fear Fears With Fearlessness
Also called by Yati Raj Nyaupane, Yati Raj Ajnabee is an enthusiast of letters who had to leave his parents, siblings and his homeland in the first year of his teens in 1992. He, who was born in Surey, a village in Southern Bhutan, has been living in Australia since September 2008. The chap is convinced that the language and literature of a community reflect how far it has reached in the road to civilization. According to his inner man, underlining promotion and preservation of culture, language and literature in a foreign country when an exodus leaves its indigenous locale for keeps, is so tough and testing that it turns out to be a knack if one does well in doing so. He can be contacted at yrajanabee@gmail.com.
Yati Raj Ajnabee/Australia
Shackled was your father
With tyrannous chain.
Tearful was your mother
With angst and sharp pain.
With thine eyes closed
You did keep on seeing.
And spirit never was showed
As if you’re a silent being.
Blind you’re though have eyes,
Deaf you’re though have ears
For you never heard cries
And never rubbed mother’s tears.
Hard thine heart is
Which melts not with view
Pathetic, pang, lover’s kiss
And a hungry cat’s mew.
Wake, wake up! You have
Slept many nights so dead.
By now you must have
The world history in thy head.
Turn those proud pages
Which describe heroic deed.
Add golden letters to coming ages
Certain it’s your sore need.
Light the flame: revolution
Study struggle in its beam
Be free from corruption
Have fulfilled your dream.
Go, face, fight with storm
Do your duty without madness.
Make your mind hard and firm
Fear fears with fearlessness.