Poem: Ghosts of History

Chaitra 9, 2081

Khagendra Sangraula

Poem: Ghosts of History

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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

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A hoarse noise is heard on the street

Distorted faces are acting

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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.   

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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

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The ruler is a ghost —

The throne is left

I run the government.

 

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Dear young 

Do you want to see Kavita kidnapped by ghost?

Want to see a ghost take over the classroom?

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Do you want to see the ghost rob Khalo?

Want to be ruled by a ghost?

 

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I wish I were in your place, young man -

The ghost is a source of hatred

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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

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I'll fight

I'll fight until my last breath. 

Khagendra

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