We've broken their statues.
We've driven them out of their temples.
We've burned their holy words.
But still they are alive
Still in love with this land,
Their souls still bewitch us,
Shaking us with wanting & fear.

During the wake of the dawn,
Our lives seem potent with their lives;
& sometimes old ethereal figures,
Indistinct & innocuous,
Rapid in flight,
Wing across the nearby hills,
Featherlike & soft,
Bright yellow & red,
Outshining the flickering sun,
Our heads with sandbag they stun.

Bibek Adhikari

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2017-01-03 at 14:15

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is excellent.

Hmm, seems like you are not quite clearly communicating what you're trying to say. Let's work on it fam, message me.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting. We are linked.