Midday meals, the mock at poverty are combined here
Death the symbol of poor for money, for politics,
The fleshes poor are served in cold and dirty floors in hospitals
Meaningless, valueless, existed, played by power
The openings of bars still highlighted, the taxes are counted
The dirty river still flows; the news for it has turned cold
No never they are just ignored ,filth, unused ,thrown ,valueless to world.
The imposed desire of married man upon her
The changed rules, the juvenile act, the speech ,the
talk, the news
Remain untouched, unkind, unsoft, unable,ununderstood, unwise
The victims die here,the cry is unheard, the pain gets
lost somewhere
The attacks like acid is unforgettable dear, they are
wound to heart dear
Oh.Budget, budget has been made loud
A big mass after it, lured ,pulled,shouted,talked
The speech are made,modified,are edited now
As the media monster likes, to pull and push
The play of media and the speech struck together
Brings out the ultimate shadows of truth and realiy
The muddy roads of Kathmandu remain silent
As unwished, unmaintained, unhoped and unable ,freak ,lamenting only.
The burden of life over death, the burden of pain over life, the burden of poverty over life
Still hunts them mercilessly, her families are ruined, aged to death
The feminism fails here shamelessly dear; I just try to peep out of window
To explore truth, to know you, the ghost of transitional phase makes me failed
As unwished, unmaintained, unhoped and left over here.
The bookish talk,the lectures so called universities are
still continues
The theories are brought, carried, reminded, explored
imported and exported
The observation are made, facts are analyzed, criticized and
politicized here
Even Slyvia’s depression could not remove the following pain
Where are you Dharabasi when the sad eyes of those seek you
You just ran for Radha……………………………………………………………….
Where are you Rahim ,as your Doha could not melt the
hearts
Here snakes are destroying your chandan woods too..................
Where you Devkota ,here your Kantipuri Nagari is
destroyed now
The fake remembrance are made for you dear ,with crocodile
tears
Did revolution could change them,the hunger still kills
many
The poor are killed in Ratnapark for touching things ,are
they noticed dear
No never they are just ignored ,filth, unused ,thrown ,valueless
to world.
As unwished, unmaintained, unhoped truth surround everyone
here.
Oh, Renata is you
there now?
Your song of apartment fires to war to the race relation
Childhood stories, old news stories,
Past lovers and lousy parties,
Issues surrounding the nature of identity and
subjectivity
The question of reference and representation.
Has brought any change here?
As unwished, unmaintained, unhoped
No ,no ,the eyes are full of tears,the deadly silence
wants to break the rules
Disobey, violate, challenge, like the river it wants to
make new way
A voice should be taken notice of ,the hunger should listen
to.........
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