For the Leftovers


You are the ones left behind, bent and broken, drunk with failure.

Now ankle deep in mud, drag yourself along these streets full of sludge.

Lose yourself in the music of your squelching boots, the pattering of rain.

Mutter a word of praise or two, say glory be to this country.


Go to your cubicle, stare vacantly at the PC, compose an email

To your boss who has been sleeping with your coworker’s wife.

Say thank you for the job. Suck his toes, glue your identity

On the soles of his shoes. Hide your opinions under your tongue.  


All your life you have kissed the arse of nationality, now wrap yourself

In the loincloth of party flags, cover your face with the proud emblems.

Scoop your heart out and chew it raw, let the juices of ideologies drip.

Feast on the sky high tax rates that your messiah has bestowed on you.


Back in your den, lay your fatigued and fraying body on the musty mattress,

Swipe along the photos of your friends, enjoying life in Miami Beach.

Delete your latest status, write that you love your country,

Close your eyes and plunge your body into an abyss of oblivion.



Bibek Adhikari 

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-08-05 at 11:29

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes indeed! So much strength and anger in your so well chosen words. It fits in so many places these days. Well done.

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow, visceral and vivid!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A poem for people in so many places, possibly now even here.

Rajesh Budhathoki
Indeed you have the power to pierce rigid hearts through words. I liked it as always. Thanks for sharing.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This is brilliantly dark; almost gothic. But itís melancholic as well. A dirge to the mislead. Your style phrasing and structure, impeccable,as always.