Rupsingh Bhandari

I am nothing
But, leftover of your history
Broken paddles
Of your great journey
A succumbed pitiful prey
Luckily… breathing
Beside the caravan of victors
I am a deleted chapter
In your odyssey.

From the applause of our ugly hands
You hoist your flag.
You use our innocence to tower your ego
From our sweats and tears, you washed your pride
And drained us from your tricky sink
Sparking your shrine.

I am dispersed dust and
Dusting the epoch
Moaning into the nothingness,
I am untouchable
Hammered unconsciously by your ego
Since you demarked your brain.

But,
I can turn into any terror
Brew up tornado
From the unwritten history
As the flutter of a butterfly
Does… I am spark
The wildfire can be ignited
Therefore…an unimaginable
Apocalyptical I can be metamorphosed into….

Do not touch your
Untouchable conscience to stir up the ugliness of beautiful creation.

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