The Country is Not Yours

 

It is best to sleep, the country

Will go on and on,

Even without your awakening.

 

Sparrows die of broken hearts,

Their lifeless flesh hangs upside down

From telephone wires.

 

Swaddled in thick Kathmandu dust,

Crows struggle to breathe—

Their mouths reeking of hunger.

 

Face downward in the gutter,

A dog tastes the litter of democracy—

He’ll vote for his food next year.

 

Greasy faces wait for greasy momos

In darkening alleys; they’ll creep out

Of this valley like white disease.

 

Dim-witted neo-Marxists slump over

The bureaucratic endlessness, manslaughtering

The young saplings with their ideologies.

 

All that remains—

Forgetfulness, madness—

Suspend in the ethereal void.  

 

For how long, will you fill your lungs

With depravity, your cells with despair?

 

You, who are full of ugly feelings,

Bad thoughts and disintegrated dreams,

The country can’t bear the weight

 

Of your cynical mind, and don’t forget—

The land is moving slowly in retrograde,

And this country is not yours.



Bibek Adhikari





Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-12-22 at 10:50

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Image after image you tell us about the truth of life. We want so much from our countries, but our time on earth is too short. We don't change our countries, because as you say, "The Country is Not Yours." A deep and very strong poem. So well written.
Ashe
2018-12-23


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerful and well written. There seems to be a global sense of decline and anxiety these days. Youíve marked it well.
2018-12-22


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Very strong, excellent images, and what seems like a genuine expression of your sentiment.
2018-12-22