babasubbarajeshmaden

The eveningcity's lights were blown offwide roads of Kathmandu shrankAnd trees, once proud, tall and erectcrumbled to the groundtrampling the criteria of conservationconcrete buildings cropped upand historic tower of Dharaharawore a crest-fallen look
In the dark of that duskrivers Bagmati and Bishnumati stopped and frozeand over shrines and stupashovered curls of hashish smokeIn haste, deities fled to Muglan in exilewings of the white bird fluttered in the blue skyas the plump priests chated mantrasto bless the barrel of the smouldering gun
In the lightless gloom of murky duskpeace rallyists broke from their processionand picked up blazing khukurisand bood-drenched long knivesto race amuck in the sullen square of Ratnapark
The evening city'slights were blown off, they murderedsupremacy of ultimate truthcarrying their smarting snoutssoaked in blood, the wolves stalkedcorridors of Singh Durbarwhere legislators were debatinglusty figures of Miss Nepal Malvica SubbaThe click of clock stood stilland Swayambhunath closed its lotus eyesFrom the tall pine treeswelcoming the interval in this national dramabats fluttered their filthy wings
In the lightless gloom of a murky duskI too strangled soul of my soul