Coached in a train compartmentBy digging into the bus seatA friend who is going to the country!I don't want to go to Nepal
It beats me there
I handed over a field like a heart to a country hospital
I handed over a field like a heart
But I couldn't
I wanted to go back home
When I was lying on the bed of the hospital
The driver of the hearse started watching
In my eyes
Then I came to beg for my life
This strange city
This foreign hospital courtyard
These documents are more important than my life
Every counter
In every corner
the same primitive compulsion to be robbed
After dialing Lalpurja's number,
This phone that a relative has fallen in love with
This loneliness of having to ask your own news
Waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare
That stranger telling you to go on a long journey
Bus, I'm used to it like this
I handed over this half-dead life to Dilbegar's Delhi
I made the streets of Sombazar tear
The albums of the past
These tears like rain yam
I've done it to destroy the way back
I don't want to go to Nepal
There they beat me with sticks
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The head of the municipal government
is running with the lot number of my house
Malpot Karlalaya
The insurance company that takes the contract of my life
Making a death certificate before I die
Plotting the land
Those private hospitals
Where they take turns locking me up
made empty empty
they have walked yet
Finding my address
Red Cross and blood banks
They draw my blood here and there
Dilute alcohol in the same blood
They dance cocktails all night long
Doctors don't check my chest with a stethoscope
They check the height of my chest
They check the height of money
Nurses beaten by poverty
They look at my heels
They change their words in an instant
And eyes Chimler injects
People wearing white/blue coats
Carrying needles like bamboo shoots
They haunt me even in my dreams
I am a friend who will not return to the country!
There they stab me to death
Broken hospital equipment
Hanging on my gut
They travel with me
In every corner and street
The medical and clinics that are crawling
My decrepit body
They go in installments
Ambulances sounding sirens
From this hospital to that hospital
From that hospital to this hospital
They think I'm a vegetable market
They keep running around
drug companies
They don't make pressure pills For
medical hunters
makes gunshots
Counting money on human skulls
Medical mafia
Narmund garlands
In the courtyard of the Ministry of Health
Hanging drunkenly
Health rights workers
They don't understand my pain
We lean on the airways of the poor
Machchi-machi They say-
'Stop attacking health workers'
The parties don't listen to my pain
Membership form in one hand
With a chain in the other hand
They are after my old finger
What to do with those who run the country!
They go after my village with a knife to cut out the kidney
Nimukha will be killed
by a gun
Sometimes a needle kills
Sometimes a disaster kills
Sometimes an arrangement
in hospitals - after
comes the turn of the poor
comes before the turn to die
By being dragged into a train compartment
By being eaten on a bus seat
A sister who is going to the country! Oh brother!
I don't want to go back to the country
I will leave this skeleton here now
'socialism oriented' country
take back no hai ukta naso
This is my citizenship
(Dedicated to Nepalese patients undergoing treatment for complex diseases including cancer in India)
