Mahanish Jung Thapa


'Candles Of Catheredine' - Poem by Mahanish Jung Thapa

Few years ago in the zero mile
The blood of the Blues flew in the Nile.
The ace of air could not breathe
The feet of movement could not creep.
The treasure of justice was hidden
The kindness of mercy was beaten.
The writings of voices were banned
The voices of slogans were hanged.
The voices of slogans were hanged.

Continuing the last chapter of the Reds
With last minutes waiting for a sip
The ticks of eight mess with thousand decibels
All of a sudden the light encounters the dark
The box of sticks fight for a spark
I choose a stick; light up a candle.
Curiosity provokes me to sip up last minutes
But the colors of burnt desire hold my mind.
Though the Blues revolt; the Yellows keep on digging the graveyard
The graveyard cries a lot with pain.
The tears of graveyard become hopeless
As the Yellows are sure to win the race.
As the Yellows are sure to win the race.

In the middle at the evil's mile
The blood of the Blues again flow in the Nile.
Grey spies loosen the knots of courage
Fear burns all the anger and rage.
The battalion of the Blues need to step back
Since the bravedo of the Blues were cracked.
Since the bravedo of the Blues were cracked.
At thirty miles, when drought falls on the Blues
The light of dark; the pip's soldier
The Princess of Justice- the Catheredine
Makes her long walk with me, with revolution.
The enthusiasm work out to make Caruleans
Caruleans fight, fight for their rights.
No rain of pain, No gain
Caruleans revolt again and again.
Caruleans revolt again and again.

In the end at the 'Battle of fifty miles'
Now the blood of the Yellows flow in the Nile.
Bravo Catheredine, Bravo Caruleans
This time we will surely win.
This time we will surely win.
The series of painful miles gets a stroke
The years of the Yellow supremacy is now broke.
No one hears the yell of the Yellows
No one listen to yelp of the Yellows
The lord becomes dumb, the nature becomes numb.
Though you stop the smokes of the Sun, the energy
The energy of your takes a rest.
You lay down in front of me holding my hand
I say,
Oh! Jasmine of Justice, Jingles of Jolly
The Belle of the Blues, Mingles of Lolly.
The charisma of the Catheredine
Will always shine in the heart of mine.
The tail of endless energy
Always be telling the next generation the tales of thee.
Always be telling the next generation the tales of thee.
My last words............
Though far away from the touch of us
The worthwhile sacrifice of yours
Counts now the stars of destiny of the Blues.
I will love you forever and forever
The soul of your rest in heaven.
Peace.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 28, 2010



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