Prabal Dahal

(06-06-1994 / Kathmandu, Nepal)

Oh my lord!


Oh my lord!
Why have you created the evil?
That destroys poor civil.
You are everything my lord
Why don’t you cut off evil with your mighty sword?

Oh lord! Oh lord!
Where are you?
Come back to people who admire you.
Give us the strength,
Give us the power;
That will stop world from being sour.

Oh my lord!
Why did you create poverty?
That is creating more and more robbery
Give us the power,
Give us the will
That will discourage poverty from being tall and still.

Prabal Dahal

Submitted: Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, November 30, 2011
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