Darkness above light, death above robes of life
Nothing left in this world, worthy to be admired
Love is wounded; it bleeds like the monsoon rain
And envelopes the Earth, with eternal bloods stain
Misery talks, life listens to its cumbersome scrape
In this dire land, where bliss has a scratched face
No egg of love dwells, in the Earth’s forlorn nest,
Where the aroma of naked flesh, tempt the saints
Blinded by the stiff illusion, of transient grandeur
One brother is slaying the other, like the predator
Lured by the ill motto, of decimating the swindler
For the massive transformation of Earth’s cadence



Copyright 2002 Bhuwan Thapaliya