Shattered Beauty

Nature is so callous
To curse or bestow her
The face with left half
Disfigured and warped
By severe accident befallen on her
Alas! Louis Ashby
Frightens herself
To experience her face
In front of the mirror blurred
By the breath she exhales
As if the reflection of her face

In the turbid water
Traumatized by the storms
In the surface of the pond
Louis Ashby
Not being able to hold longer
Heavy burden of her disfigured face
On her young body
Standing resolutely in the planet
Tears flows in her eyes
If she could recuperate her beauty
Granted her by Nature
To stage her play again
Thanks to the artistic hand
That fixes
238 tiny metal plates in series
Fastened as headband
Inside the hairy skin of her head
To repair the left half
With the right half of her face
So much beautiful and reverie
Like the full moon drops her beauty
Inside the tranquil and lucid pond
That alive her again
With her dream comes true

Copyright 2002 Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar

(Translated by the author himself from
his original version in Nepal Bhasa)