
Kuma Raj Subedi
Wired and weird stories in circle ’n square
Beginning nor ending, calamity a dire
Buried in ground sacred and plain
When walking dead, wandered in vain
Sense of alienation creates aches
Reflection haunts in vales and lakes
Will you ever rise and come back?
Parish suffer satiety of lack.
Of peace and fires in hills and dunes
Crickets in dusk create tunes
Heaps illuminated by full moon rays
Of mocked heroes in ancient days
Resting in bed of dry creek stone
Narrative most in melancholic tone
Bravery and suffering, their own game
Most lived in asylum – what a shame!
Sounds of contempt tore skin deep
Trauma, depression, neglect caused to weep
Valour and deeds if penned in ink
Nation’s tapestry would form solid link
Consolation aired in Sunday’s bells
Echoes heard far and in cells
Prayers, blessings sent they raked
Sacrificed in wars for nation’s sake
Epitaphs of disorder decay and fall
In tormented families one and all
Brave stories ever spread and loom
In fond memories daffodils, agapanthus, poppies bloom
subedi.kamal@gmail.com



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