Kafkaesque

Tumbehang Limbu
Nepal

However you hide
However you pretend
But the colour of your face
And the language of your body
Tell in silence
That all is not well.

The life you live
The country you dwell
They reveal Kafkaesque smell
They narrate Kafkaesque hardship.

After all
However you tell lie
However you try to justify
It’s crystal clear that
Your supremo is similar to
Kafka’s dad
Who intimidates you
Who compels you
And you are
In a way or the other
No other than
A mere Kafka.