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Khagendra Sangraula's poem: Ghosts of history------------------------------------------------------

In the middle of the night,

Masanghat, the Laskar

are rushing forward

Ghosts of dead history

Remains left to rot

...

A hoarse noise is heard on the street

Distorted faces are acting

and poison is playing

Against beauty

Against creation

Against compassion and love

Against the speed and progress of life

And against all those things

That are beautiful.   

...

The poet is called a ghost —

The pen falls

I write a poem

The teacher is a ghost —

I teach lessons

The farmer is a ghost —

The farmer is a ghost —

I grow tired of the crops

The ruler is a ghost —

The throne is left

I run the government.

  ...

Dear young 

Do you want to see Kavita kidnapped by ghost?

Want to see a ghost take over the classroom?

Do you want to see the ghost rob Khalo?

Want to be ruled by a ghost?

  ...

I wish I were in your place, young man -

The ghost is a source of hatred

I completely reject

The ghost is an ugly image

I despise a thousand

The ghost is the carrier of disorder

I chase at the speed of a storm

The ghost is the destroyer of love

I fight against it 

Stay, I'll fight

I'll fight

I'll fight until my last breath.