Fetching After Our Own Fate Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

FETCHING AFTER OUR OWN FATE
A dramatic display of a couple of ministers flights.
Their crocodile's tears mingled with water of flood.
We do swim above our own grave, waiting a dawn of fate.
How horrible is fear of death! conversation of life with death.
Now I tell you all of you, why we are above our
own grave.

Village -river exploded with heavy monsoon rain
Carrying muddy and woody debris along with it in vain.
The torrant swept away many of us to terrible death.
A few of us survived catching branches of
tree.
Still drowning in waist -deep water; hard to free.

How long we can carry babies in tired and numb arms.
Flying vultures above our heads, waiting our death for their charm.
The sky cracked with echoes of our grief and pain.
Is it God's wrath or ecological distortion of rain.
Scared faces with bleeding hearts seeking for
someone's help.

Our country regards us nothing more than creeping worms.
Nor owners of sky screeper have any scheme for our farms.
Cottage and crops all that we have, drowned in water.
Although news itself flooded with our painful disaster.
No one came to rescue us from this gutter.
Oh almighty Lord! Aren't we worthy of your bliss.?
How long do we have to fetch fate, to imprison it in our grips ?

All launch program of profit from our misfortune.
Devil laughs aloud for discrimination of creator.
'Justice of Equality 'cries with unbearable pain.
The world enjoy to see 'A trance dance of death '
Scattered dead bodies sought mercy for their own funeral.