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Nadeesh Nadeesh Poem
Curtains lift
And there plays a melancholic melody
Gradually,
A beam of light scatters into the dim stage,
A glimmer of blue ray focuses on a deathbed
Misery howls and embraces
The image on the deathbed
Kin console misery
They say “Life is a theatre,
Once we play our role, we have to exit.”
Meanwhile, among the audience
A philosophical vibe generates
"This is the truth of life."
Suddenly,
Violent sky outbursts a thunderbolt
On the spot dies a grieved audience
On spur of moment
Stands the image from deathbed
And rushes out of theatre!
All the audience and artists
Start trembling out of fear
Right on time,
Somewhere far beyond in the backstage, there's round of applause
Somewhere far beyond in the backstage, the curtains get drawn!
Copyright © Nadeesh Nadeesh | Year Posted 2017
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Nadeesh Nadeesh Poem
Early morning
A kit of poet pigeons fly
In pursuit of metaphors
They turn around Swoyambhunath
Releasing deep breathe out of anxiety,
Facing noble eyes of that stupa
They discuss something,
Expel feces and glide towards
An old monastery where
A poet was writing poem, under its silhouette
Abruptly the poet gets stormed by the kit of pigeons
They furiously plucked
Poet's eyes
His nose
His ears
His tongue and
His brain
Accumulating all those organs
They composed a beautiful poem
And soared into the sky
To recite in front of Gautam Buddha
Those pigeons,
Who assaulted and killed the poet,
were the metaphors inside his own poem, suffocated for ages!
Copyright © Nadeesh Nadeesh | Year Posted 2016
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