There Is No Aim To Blame Poem by Shraman bajracharya

The valley that sleep so eagerly
With low dancing light in midnight
It sees the unseen
And avoids the seen
It is describes the unity
Though it self broken

It is in the verge of self destruction
With his own undefine obstruction
The darkness has spread furiously
And there is no one to trust upon
Inflation to prices
Deflation utility rises

lofty hills and mountains are silent
As everything turns absurdly voilent
Dependent due to democracy
With full of aristocracy
There is no peace
There is no shame
Even the light of asia has also gone in vain