Recall this shell-shocked face?
went mortally embarrassed today
hope’s taken a thundering smack down,

As this city of five fold a million woke up
a ruthless mob of five fold a hundred cracked down,
held hostage to this city of lost souls,
their blades sharpened with our cowardice,
their seething passion fueled from our hollow despairs

as this sheep wanders aimlessly
down these bare streets of Kathmandu
am left red-faced by her nakedness,
spikes after spikes of anguish shoot up,
herds of poker-faced zombies march past me,
fear imprinted on their drained faces,
crushed by the sight of mere couple wolf packs

The reign of wolves runs rampant
ruthless rulers of a kingdom of million weak sheep
a land, where dues are paid with fear
and despair is the only  currency
while they lick our fear
will you dance to these mad pipers
As we march towards a cliff of despair
Us, ‘poor, waylaid ‘ sheep, tis time to make a choice

Maybe some god will pity you and me, maybe …
maybe god is just one of us cowards, maybe …
Perhaps she will rise from us, perhaps …
perhaps she will replace that fear with hope…

Till then, here’s to remember you and me,
“to this long line of  fear-struck
self-pitying sheep of five fold a million…”

(I wrote this a couple of years ago yet is as relevant as ever to our apathetic state and lack of responsibility as Nepali citizens).
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