Udhomunto hangs like a bat injured time

In the dark corner of a narrow street 

A fallen old lamppost

Looking for its own lost reflection 

Kalila Innocent dreams fall into the womb 

Chewing stones on an empty stomach and drinking sweat

Selling oneself by weighing body parts on scales 

Why is this Bagmati flowing backwards?

Why is the height of Everest decreasing? 

Why is sadness in Buddha's eyes? 

Why is fire dancing like a snake?

Who will be burned by this fire, 

To the mind or the skin? 

On the tomb of unconscious doom

The murder of emotion and the death of excitement 

A dark night -

stands as a dictatorship 

A borrowed Las-

has reached Aryaghat from the hospital 

An innocent morning -

is quietly extinguished on the tip of a cold bugger