Whats The Point? - Poem by Binod Bastola
What's the point?
Handful of- -
In this population of crowd,
Many glamorous, many so high literates with certificates,
Oh! What matters?
Empty full of space,
Or full of empty space.
No, doubt all of those empty visible useless!
What should be useful:
Ye should know that.
What's the point, if thy knowledge is slave?
What's the point thy wisdom has no grace?
What's the point, if ye are slave of thy own weakness of filthy approach,
What's the point of that paper which certified ye all as an noble-
No, point of that paper white with some words derived,
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