Poem: Plague

We have bridges that connect history to the future/with which we dream eternal dreams.

Baishak 12, 2083

Dutendra Chamling

Poem: Plague

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We had-

country

youth

rainbow

constitution

and,

mice


 

we did our best to store food

we were shocked by the hole in the treasury

we were terrified by hunger

however

we did not resist

however

we did not resist

however

we did not dare

suppose we were born only to raise mice


 

We brought grain-

From the 45-degree desert of the Gulf

From the toilets of America

From the kitchens of Europe

From the vegetable gardens of Korea

From the wood factories of Japan

From the tile factories of Australia

From the concierge duty of India

From the palm oil forests of Malaysia


 

We are always hungry and hungry

The rat is strong and healthy like Mr. Olympia winner Arnold

The rat's teeth keep growing continuously

We gave it to our bones 

So that the earth does not make a hole 

The laughter of the rat ?

Oh yes! Remembering our eyes


 

The whole earth in the hands of a mouse

Everyone knows-

How is our speed

How is our speed

What is our status

What is our intention

The more we ran

We would slip off the mouse's back and get cramps

And, we would reach the same place where we were before we ran before

The ground's speed is faster than our speed

The whole earth in the hands of a mouse 

The normal breathing of a mouse

Enough to kill us


 

It was amazing

We laughed even in pain, leaving the rat's bite behind us

It was amazing

We danced with joy at Monsanto's concert, getting wet and dancing in the rain

It was amazing

We survived


 

Is a miracle possible?


 

One morning in our country we see

the arrival of the Pied Piper of Hamelin

the arrival of the Pied Piper of Hamelin

a roar without a cry

a list without a plan

a rush without a dream

cheers everywhere

joy everywhere

Midas spurs of thought everywhere

a great wave of hypnotism everywhere


 

is there any miracle possible ?


 

Everywhere is a festival

Crowds are thronging

The intoxication of the magical flute

Troops carrying wooden sticks

Angry robbers and waves of tears

We dreamed of mice, confused and confused -

Stuck to the tune of the flute player's magical flute, following and following -

The mice will drown in some deep river

Then the country will be free from mice

Then no mouse will come to stop our time

Then no mouse will come to parade our hunger

Then no mouse will come to break our dreams


 

The next morning we woke up

But what is this silence?

All the mice have disappeared

Their marching band is nowhere to be found

The Pied Piper of Hamelin has disappeared

But what is this silence?

The absence of mice should be a peaceful environment

But this silence?

Were we not cursed to listen to the symphony of mice but were we used to it?


 

Oh! What is this?

What about our youth?

Why are they missing?

We searched-

To the university, to the cafe, to the park

To the theater hall, to the social media, to the club

To the stadium, to the procession, to the assembly conference

To the prison, to the factory, to the foreign employment


After a day or two or so,

without any significant rain

suddenly the multi-colored piper of Hamelin appears in our country


We asked - what about our youth?

But he is silent, serious, mysterious

As if he is trying to bring all the emotions of 'Mr. Serious Nepali....' to his face

Did he make a deal with the mouse, the youth of our country ?

He is silent, serious, mysterious

But he has not been able to hide the 180-degree signature smile on his face

The extreme cold is tormenting him

As if this is the ice age

His blood is about to freeze

His heart rate is slowing down

As if it is the season for energy to take a vacation

He is about to go into hibernation


In folk tales, after the children are lost, the town of Hamelin does not return. The multicolored piper

But even after the youth are lost, the piper has returned to our country.


Everyone is silent.

Political analysts, human rights activists, politicians, journalists, cultural experts, civil society, sociologists, thinkers, painters, professors, singers, poets,


 

We have bridges connecting history with the future,

With which we dream of endless dreams,

And the multicolored piper of Hamelin has returned to our country.


In today's world, the plague is a state of thoughtlessness.

Dutendra

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