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What kind of revolution is this?”
by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Thursday, May 12, 2005
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After midnight they came,
from all directions, as the
pack of hungry wolves, howling,
“ Long live, the revolution.”

They surrounded his hut,
and opened its frail door
with the rifle’s butt.
Then took the poor man
out in the wild,
and burned his chest
with the bullets warmth.

O, Poor man!
He strove to rise in his feet
but fell prone in his attempt,
crippled by their deceits.

As he gasped his last breathe, he
asked them, “ what kind
of revolution is this?”
And why often,
the poor are the victims.

“ We are the soldiers of the poor
and we are fighting for their liberty.”
They replied with a fallacious pride.

“Is the revolution,
really a revolution at all?”
“ I’ve an old mother, a sick wife,
scrawny son and a wounded dog.
What will the revolution give them,
after my demise?” He replied.

They stared at him,
with those venomous eyes,
but none of them uttered
a solitary word.

“Inside the core of this revolution
there is nothing but the blood
of the poor. Stop sacrificing
human beings, before the demon
of revolution, whose tongue
grows and grows, as the greed
of the Midas.” He whispered
to them in a faint voice.

“You speak highly
against the revolution,
so that we may be inclined
to think that the revolution
is unnecessary.”
They thundered with a raging voice.

No. “When have I said that
the revolution is unnecessary?”
“Revolution is necessary
to bring in the mainstream,
the voice of the voiceless.
But unfortunately, today,
there is a dearth
of the democratic revolution.”
He replied with a serene voice.

Revolution must spring
from the people’s heart.
“How can a man
comprehend revolution
who without comprehending its core
lets himself be swept along
as a corpse of moment, by the current of time?”

“Offering of life
will never make the
revolution successful.
If you want to make
it a real revolution-
win the people’s heart first.”
Saying these moral words,
he kissed the Earth.

They giggled for a while,
and fled that place, chanting-
long live, the revolution.
Long live, the revolution.

The Moon through the rifted clouds
looked down, and whispered softly
to the Sky, “ I’m bright but yet I am
afraid of the darkness, led astray
by the moral degeneracy of the mankind.”

Ah! What a fool we have been!
How silly we were to trust the bullets,
and sense the warmth
of our mother’s consensus,
in the barrel of the gun.

O,When will they confiscate
the bullets from their Guns?

When will Nepal be one?
When will Nepal be one?

Copyright 2005 Bhuwan Thapaliya

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Reviewed by J. Pajot 12/25/2005
I always hope for the day when all people stand as one and face the coming of eternity with dignity and love for all that lies around them and within them. It is sad that this hope is so far no more than there a revolution of peace? May you and your countrymen find it if that can be. All good things to you and yours,

Reviewed by Kate Burnside 5/18/2005
The earth is soaked in the blood of the innocent whose shed lives cry out for a better way to serve the rights of man. Once bullets and guns take over, then the righteous cause seems lost: "Ah! What a fool we have been! How silly we were to trust the bullets, and sense the warmth of our mother's consensus, in the barrel of the gun." Naked is how we were born and naked we will die; in between there must be a better way to live, covering our nakedness and not abusing it. Powerful and gut-wrenching, Bhuwan. Praying for peace and safety - if not outside yet, then within. Stay strong. Love and prayers, Kate xx
Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore 5/18/2005
bhuwan, you have expressed the pain of a thousand realities in this world and many others, the conception of revolution as demonic force hearkens back to the original revolution, in the christan/islam/judaism's conception of the garden of eden and the first revolutionary himself...a sobering and insightful read, and write.
Reviewed by William Bonilla 5/17/2005
an outstanding powerful statement my friend
excellent write

William .....Peace
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU 5/15/2005

An inspire social-historic composition. "What kind of revolution is this?" is a call to fairness and harmony.

Long healthy life, Poet!

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by jude forese 5/15/2005
excellent poem, Bhuwan ... evolotion not revolution ...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 5/14/2005
Bloodless and spoken by the heart of one who understands love. This is one of your gems. I only hope many will hear the heartbeat!
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 5/14/2005
A heartfelt plea that speaks to the soul, Bhuwan. Thank you. Love and peace to you. Regis
Reviewed by Robin Labenberg 5/14/2005
This gives birth to many thoughts and the stanza where the moon whispers to the sun is ingenious....
Reviewed by E T Waldron 5/12/2005
Haunting heartbreaking truth Bhuwan! Superbly written!
When will those who rise up and revolt attack the right people?
They never do! It is always the poor indigent who suffer the most!
Becaue the people who do the fighting are also poor and indigent and take their orders from the smart ones who know best how to deceive!
so sad! Best wishes and prayers to you My friend!

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) 5/12/2005
Now this is the second masterpiece that I have read tonight.
Reviewed by Carole Mathys 5/12/2005
A powerful offering Bhuwan!

~Peace, Carole
Reviewed by M.Bennett Hooper (Mikii) 5/12/2005
Powerful Bhuwan,and extremely well done as usual. It is always the poor who suffer in these environments. It seeems too much to ask for revolutions to occur in the minds of the worlds' oppressors. Love and strength to you and yours.
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) 5/12/2005
Powerful. As long as there are people on the planet, there will be a revolution against something or someone.

Well done, Bhuwan. Reminds me of a song...

"there is rioting in Africa, there is strife in Siam...what nature doesn't do to us...will be done by fellow man..."

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 5/12/2005
Powerful posting Bhuwan!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 5/12/2005
powerful and heartbreaking write, bhuwan; thanks for sharing! well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :( >tears <
Reviewed by Paul Williams 5/12/2005
Thank you Bhuwan for posting this powerful write, there are many who are still ignorant to your country's plight and Moaist insurgency that threatens to overwhelm it. I do not profess to fully understand the political situation but any revolution should be bloodless. To our shame it is the UK, USA and India that supplies the arms which I believe have been suspended since the King seized power. As always it is the civilian population that suffers in any conflict. I hope someday soon your kingdom is restored.

Peace my friend

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