Because I could not hold my head high
Narad Pokhrel
Pennsylvania, USA
When sense of hostility and sagacity stroked my mind
I could not understand, the mystic bond of brotherhood makes all men one,
And when I found out that my society suffers by the scars of cancer since long
I could not find the healing medication and not even the sense of console.
When I live in the realms of annihilation of my life
I could not figure out; mad serpent spreading venom into my infant nerves,
When I was mingling in the marvelous wonders of the world
I could not fathom the intrinsic sadness prevails around.
When Jigme ruler brutally shed my brother’s blood
I could not stretch my helping hands to stop that,
When I saw they rashly slaughter my father down
I could not gripe the cruelty that the king laden with.
When I saw conic elements and enervating estrangement in my refugee camps
I could not share even the affinity and console my kin,
When the tragic somberness ambiguously spread everywhere
I could not stand strong and protest against.
When I feel somewhere deep inside my heart a chronic pain
I could not heal and smile for a while,
When I was depressed and saw darkness ubiquitously
I could not wait for another sunrise for the delight.
When I was prevented from liberty and happiness
I could not stop myself and stand in the horizons of hope,
When I heard my old mother’s sadistic shriek
I could not hold my head high, if you ask me why?
As my so called manhood was living my dead life
As my hallow mind was leading my empty life,
Because ruthless ruler have murdered my head and heart
Because the despotic potentate have emptied my head and heart