I Have Spoken. Poem by Bigyan Mainali

The fountain of the life
Is it luxury or the just a lust?
Ohh! Dear of god! I want to know,
The truth of that fountain.

The deep ocean is calm
The frivolous deck is violent,
Ohh! Dear of god! I want to know,
The meaning of calmness.

There is the venom in everyone
As it seems snake is less vicious
The contain of the lust, overflows
As if the dangerous tsunami strikes,
Ohh! Dear of god! I want to know.
Why this exist with fine coordination?

The whole is colonising parts,
As if the lion invades deer,
How could they forget one truth?
One is the whole and whole is the one,
As every whole is derived from one,
With the operation applied as the term.
Ohh! Dear of god! I just want to know.
How could they forgot the ultimate truth?

I know realize, you don't exist at all,
The way you create the world,
Full of confusion, fake coordination,
The rule you set up, the path you show,
Ohh! Dear of god! I apologise.
But your god don't exist at all.

If your god exist, as you define,
The world seems to be beautiful
Full of ecstasy and blissful contained
The flower will blossom everywhere,
The tree will smiling with its branches,
The people will romancing with nature,
The lust of power, money and honey
Be gone forever and ever,
One will be greater than whole,
There won't be minority and majority,
Just a truth, loyalty, honesty, faithfulness.

Ohh! Dear of god! Go and tell him,
There is one stand against you,
To provoke you are wrong and fake,
There is one, who don't fear,
With your ruth discipline and paths,
There is one, who made his own path,
And there is one who claimed you(god) don't exist at all.