Last night, I attended a funeral
It was death of my patience
It got 'infected' long time back,
I can't remember exactly when
May be, when the reform process,
got a set-back,
& nation was put to shame
From poll-tricks to politics,
the leaders kept on changing loyalty
'Opportunism' is on agenda,
national pride is not on priority
It's said that history repeats itself,
it seems, we are repeating the history
With un-natural collisions & dirty politics on,
leaders' interest is no longer a mystery
My patience could not take it anymore,
it was on bed rest & facing a tough fight
With overdose of conspiracy, betrayal & compromise,
It finally died last night
(A tribute to the prevailing political situation in NEPAL)
patience is the patient here...when patience dies anger takes birth...now what are you going to do with your anger, Deepen? nothing...well, we could only get angry and annoyed by seeing the dirty tricks politicians play constantly...a good write... will look better off if those insertion commas are removed...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'From poll-tricks to politics' - is a great line. Keep on speaking out my friend, 'tis revolutionaries such as you who change the world! !