I walk so smart

who are against deathand who take arms against the invaders.Boars are destroying all the crops of lifeentering the fields of civilization;jackals are devouring the corpses of our kith and kindigging their graves;vultures are singing the rotten withered songs of democracyclutching the map of our heart;leaving my home for ever, I can go away with thosewho…

I don’t want to die.

in the pompous sun of electricity to look for art’s food.In anger, grievance and pain, I have spitted muchon the face of capitalism and imperialism.Uttering the name of humanity, I have passed many black dayson the high way wet with blood. Singing of paper-flowersand stone-paradise, the cuckoo’s throat in the long runhas got tired.Now soil…

and love to go back to villageswith their wives and children.At least at the departure of electricity(Victory to load-shedding!) some peopleclimb the roof for free air and look upwardto the sky by mistake.Still here are some peoplewho venture to purchase the books of poetry,listen to Hemonta’s* songs,stare at the starry skyand groan ‘Mom! Mom! ‘…

Remove the fear from our minds that does notLet us face the powerful Ozymandias.We cry because we do not know how toLaugh. We die because we do not know howTo live. Living means fighting against theOne-eyed Ozymandias who snatches ourFreedom, who destroys our peace, who makes ourLife hell with torture and injustice, whoBuilds his palace…

And all on a sudden, pulling the fishing rod so forcefully thatIt seemed a big catfish had certainly swallowed the hook.He was then repenting loudly showing othersReally a big fish had been successful to flee making him a fool.Pedestrians were watching him shaking their necksAnd bursting into laughter.An unhappy man stopped his purple colored car…