This one is two years old. Reposting after tweaking it here and there.
Father
I never understood
Your endless calculations—
You added my future,
Subtracted my past.
Nor did I heed to
Your remarkably few words—
Our little, reserved communication.
We've always been apart—miles apart—
Like shores running downstream,
Looking at each other,
Furious and dubious
Of what life may turn out to be.
You wanted me to be a leaf insect
On a leaf-like china plate.
A sod of vomit lay all around.
I must feed on myself,
I must suck my own blood—
Else, I will die.
You wanted me to be a planthopper,
Unfed and starved—
An impolitic phylliidae,
Only to be dismantled
By the hands of Time,
Carried away by a line of ant-coolies,
Eaten and stored for winter.
I was a disturbance
In the mirrors of your Dreams.
My eyes were red and raw—spilling over.
You blinded me
With your lights of ignorance.
I tasted the malignancy
Of the leaf
With my blind eyes—
Effacing the memories of time—
To zeros, shutting my life
To nothing.
Father,
You weighed down
A Gestapo boot on my brain,
Killing my hope that had lived
Without sustenance.
Bibek Adhikari
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-06-05 at 14:25




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