A poem in the Nepali dialect.
After Nissim Ezekiel’s The Patriot.
While everyone around keeps fighting and fighting,
I am always walking here and there for peace and non-violence,
Wearing a t-shirt that is saying Buddha was born in Nepal.
One thing I am never understanding—
Why are these people constantly fighting and fighting?
Why are they no wearing more of cool Buddha t-shirts?
Nepali wisdom is the best wisdom, Nepali culture is the best culture—
But the world is neglecting Nepal, rejecting Buddha.
Everyone is running after foreign fashion and foreign porn.
Other day I was using Facebook to write a status—
Every day I am writing some patriotic status in angrezi
To improve my English confidence for IELTS—
Then I am seeing a horrible news.
One lafango fellow is making fun of K.P. Oli
With stupid memes and foolish comments.
The lafango fellow must be of the opposition party.
How is he forgetting that K.P. Oli is the source of light
And hope for all the Nepalis? Oli is bringing the Titanic ship,
Electric trains, gas pipes, subway metro, many reconstruction,
Regeneration, revitalization, and contraception to Nepal.
It is getting cold today.
Maybe I’ll be having some chiya.
You want a glass?
Goes very good with cigarette yaar.
With milk and sugar and cardamom.
Very good drink, yaar! Take a glass, I am insisting.
Better than the tallest glass of Nescafé.
Not that I am ever tasting Nescafé; you see, I support local products.
Now we are drinking the tea, let me talk about world politics.
India is our enemy.
China is also like that.
We are having bad neighbours, I am telling you that.
Donald Trump is also harassing me.
All men are brothers, no?
Why is Trump not letting me enter his country then?
In Nepal also, all brothers—
Brahmins, Chettris, Newars, Janajatis—are trying to enter Amrika!
But the embassy is stopping them, and saying, “No means No.”
Still, I don’t mind not getting into Amrika.
After all, we are getting into the Middle East,
And bringing silver and gold from the Sheikhs.
These days many brothers from my village are doing the dishes in Australia—
Bringing new iPhone home every year.
One even brought a khaire wife—people are respecting him like god.
No wonder he’s a great man. The point is—
Can we be great men too?
Your visa is rejected? Whaat? Don’t worry, brother.
One day Ram Rajya is coming here, K.P. Oli is bringing it.
Why going anywhere else?
Sit here! Want another glass of chiya?
No? Another cigarette, maybe?
Ok, I’ll be having one more.
Now back to politics—where was I?
Ram Rajya? Okay. K.P. Oli is our Ram.
Bidhya Bhandari is our Sita. Together they are building Nepal—
Why go anywhere?
But what’s wrong with that sala British Council?
Not publishing my IELTS results till now?
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-10-04 at 14:27
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