Raghab Nepal is 19 years old. He lives in Nepal and is currently
studying in Chennai, India. email@example.com
It's a summer around, I'm cold and numb
What and how'd be my livelihood.
A loaf of bread and shade of tree
Are ebbing away, the world's so rude.
Sitting by the road, stretching my hand
Far and wide for some jingling coins
Whose sound have turned so dear to me
A soothing music for life, a very few
Of the many rich that come
To offer their prayer to the divine lord,
Cared to throw few at me.
I am content and full but for food
So my smiles are high,. I have no dues.
But U my donors, never U smile
And I'm a beggar but you are poor.
Piles of hoarding and neon signs
Lost me from myself beneath
The skyscrapers where
Crowds of men found a way of life,
And to my disgrace, I lost one.
None seemed to care
Even the arrival of dawn,
Since the difference in night and day
Were none and still like fools
All loved the joy of being artist
Of the unending drama.
Dollars and pounds, rupees and francs
Love lost existence in the far off ground
Which had sunk so deep that only few fairy tales
Could name, and it "just seemed Interesting"
To hear the same.
Losing all hope in the polluted air,
I dreamt of beauty I could find in love
Till a sound of coins woke me up
Thrown at me by passer-by
Thinking me to be a beggar,
Calling it to be a token of love.
At last I realised love's existence still remains
But the way of loving has met an unprecedented change.
Sky, a dull dark cauldron
Where the angry-looking cloud
Seemed to fly has hidden me
Today and in my heart,
I understand, my fear
Deep within has started
Taking shape. A gentle brook
Which quenched my thirst
Is in huge waves about to gallop myself.
The trees that cooled me
In scorching sun
Started throwing their branches
To prepare my death-bed.
And the fire that warmed me
In chill winter is ready to lit
My corpse still when I'm alive.
Far high in the sky
A dim cloud looked
Like a shy princess
Adorned with smile
And which turned me blue.
A mild wind changed
The very view; the princess
To a scary witch.
My face turned black and green.
How do we cling our belief in things
When our eyes start
Singing the song of betrayal
When so long history
Which we've learnt and admired
Turn out to be a story of a drunken man!
Experience erstwhile ecstasy, ban on brand new strafing
Perambulate through yester-years, be alive,
Solitary world reckons the need of revolution,
Of geneses of peace. For it wants
No callous genocide, it calls for alive peace.
Alleged era of ongoing sin- "Old is gold"
And true it seems for the present seems debris of cold.
Persuade all minds to establish peace
Or prepare, the doomsday is on the verge
Of coming and shall all hear the sound
Of brutal onslaught and see the souls
From the dead out to curse the remains.
A strong breeze hit the tree
That jerked the branches to and fro
And the leaves scattered in agony
Of loneliness. But the moment
Looked wonderous for the selfish
Wind, which collapsed more and more
Of these. Full of fear the growth
Takes place, sometimes that wind
Snatches the soul away, from the small
Bud that's never ever seen
The ray of the shining sun.
The sight of broken branches is horrifying
To the core and the wind
Even ravages the whole tree apart.
And whom do we pray
For the pains of those poor orphans
And those widows?
And whom do we pray
For the powers we need for striking
The evils away and live in peace?
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