I AM A MELANCHOLY NIGHT TRAVELLER

D N Kafle
Australia

I am a night traveller. An uncouth night traveller I am.
A distressed traveller laden with the passé political aphorism.
Each midnight I wake up to wish a living
Each next day I am a living dead.
So, I die in the intersubjectivity of deranged hopes.
I live in the circumstances of no global parameter
And my beacon is but my transparent mission;
That of Our Brotherhood, in our code of culture
In the moderation of infant, wailing truth.
The time has grown younger than the wrinkles
Dwelling on my porcelain face. Older than the time I am.
The fissures, the sixes on my gut are dead.
My mission of hope is but treason
Of melancholy in the garden of perversion.
In my kingdom, but the laws are governed
So does fear to me.
The few folds in the face of reason fade with time.
Wisdom here enlightens not, penetrates but
Through the thin stature of truth causing bloodshed.
Conscience here bellows before the hands of the fiend
Pleading freedom of its sentient beings.
Philanthropy dies in its icy-hands.
So does my hope in the hearth of ephemeral infernal night.
In my allegory of vicarious suffering;
The toil of patience treads lustfully
Through the billows of banishment diffused in the garner house of egotism.
Hence am drowned in the tarnished judgement of ill-treatment and discontent.
That‘s why, I ventured never to hold my head high.
The rainbow of anarchy adorns gloomy dales
Of no seasons and benevolence,
In my kingdom of untold history of dying time.
So a downtrodden night traveller I am;
A solitary night traveller in my crazy compulsion of destiny.
Ethics, here, is a lureless tiny diamond which grins teasing at my fragile fate,
Dancing in the whimsical ballads
In the unfathomable darkness of infidelity.
Hence the mercy runs away from the halo of the living statue
From the ajar door of the dead cavern
In long successive trails of never ending line…
And I am under the lustful pulse of the racial shower!!

[2008-Rajgadh]

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