raghab nepal Raghab Nepal is 19 years old. He lives in Nepal and is currently studying in Chennai, India. nepalruckus@hotmail.com BEGGAR 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.   CITY 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.   PARANOID 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.   BELIEF 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! BE ALIVE 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.   SCATTERED LEAVES 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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