Within the heart
of all beings
resides the liberty.
Liberty, which is
omnipresent,
is hidden in all beings.
It presides over all actions,
and all beings reside in it.

But to understand
what repression actually is,
and how it sheathes
the liberty
that is the highest
of all arts.
That is the highest
of all arts, my friend!

Oh! O traitors,
pluck not the
petals of the liberty
to worship the
deities of the tyranny.
Let the petals
remain in their serenity.
By plucking the petals
you rape the dreams
of the flower.
“ How will it live,
having lost its petals?”

“How will a mother live,
having lost her children?”
Tears of pain are flowing
from her core, towards the
shore less sea of the misery.
Who will ease her pain?
The cry of her suffocation
cannot sway the,
“ Amphisbaena’s goal”.

Let the tears come.
Let them wash her miseries.
Let them wash her miseries.

Go wind, go
and tell her that
the, “freedom,” doesn’t exist.
In the reality it is just a myth.
But freedom is worth pursuing,
it does convey a sense of dignity.

Speak mother-Speak,
whatever you have to say.
Be not afraid to puke the truth.
Truth will never fade away.

Few more days, my mother,
just a few more days-the days
of our separation are numbered.
In this land, we are destined
to live together evermore.

I wont give you
back to the butchers,
who have already
spent years
raping your core.

If freedom is not in store
for us- let it be so.
Let us only not err,
and be the marionette
of the, Amphisbaena.


Copyright 2005 Bhuwan Thapaliya.