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Chiranjibi Paudyal Poem
May your reign be successful, your popularity soar,
May your country thrive, with peace and more.
Through history's lens, we see a king
Who's faced with troubles, heart and wing.
Revolution, war, and politics too,
The crown's weight heavy, a burden anew.
With every reign, there comes a test,
A challenge faced, a trial to best.
And though the past may be long gone,
The present's woes still march upon.
The coronation looms, a weighty day,
A momentous event, with much to say.
For though the crown may rest on his head,
The king must tread on paths unknown ahead.
The world outside is fraught with strife,
A changing tide that threatens life.
The monarchy's place, now questioned anew,
A balance found, yet untried and true.
The king must rise, to meet the test,
To find his way, to do his best.
To hold true to his duties, to his throne,
And to lead his people to the fortune.
For though the road ahead is fraught,
The crown must lead, with purpose and thought.
To show the way, with steady hand,
And to guide his people, through troubled lands.
We join and pray when the coronation nears,
That the king will rise, to face his fears.
To lead his people, with strength and grace,
And to hold true to the monarchy's ancient place.
With crown upon your head, a heavy weight to bear,
Best of luck to serve the nation being clever with care
May you selflessly lead, with noble heart and mind,
And work to heal the damage of the past, left behind.
Long live the king, may your reign be long,
May your rule bring prosperity, love, and song.
Copyright © Chiranjibi Paudyal | Year Posted 2023
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Chiranjibi Paudyal Poem
I am the universe
Sometimes I am angry and my ego arise like the forest fire inside
I sit and breathe and see and feel the rising rage
And the feeling of feud
I see it growing up in a steep line of a graph
Fitting perfectly in the straight line
Then I be the witness of my anger and ego going up and up
To the utmost top
Like the cloudy smoke in the sky
Darkening me and the whole environment in the darkest if the dark
Around me and everywhere
When I be the witness
Seeing all the rising rage
Automatically calms down to be still and stand
I am melted like the Himalayan snow in summer
Being nothing I am everything, clear
Clear and conscientious centred in the centre of me
Anger melted, ego gone down, pride is the past
Now I am that inside me
Around me
Throughout the universe.
Copyright © Chiranjibi Paudyal | Year Posted 2017
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Chiranjibi Paudyal Poem
I said comrade to all my colleagues and friends and all of my herds
I thought and said and behaved all equally and fairly
We ate together the same food, we slept together in the same bed
And we read together the same books
And of course we talked, discussed and debated the same topic
With great interests and enthusiasm
All together
It was like my own family
Nothing in me, I hide anything
With all my comrades
It was like one family: living together, dying together
My family was their family and theirs were mine
When I had no chance to dance
There was no line of demarcation to divide
Until we fought together
Revolted together in all activities
We took similar and equal responsibility
When there was no opportunity
For justice, equality and humanity
But until we found our unexpected dream come true
I do not know why I changed
From day one of this dream fulfilled
From day one I was out of the nature
I changed, he changed and they changed
We all changed together
No more comrades
No more similarities
No same bed or breakfast
No same treatment or meeting
No more common issues
Among us, dear comrades of the past
We are separated like a divorced couple
My wife and children became my own comrades
No more other comrades
Who fought together, lived together and ate together
For so many years
But now I forgot the bygone days
But I have my own comrades
My own coterie of comrades
Became my closest of the close friends
Close comrades are better
Than far away comrades
Whatever others say about me
And my comrades, I do not care
As all comrades cannot be equal
Some are certainly more equal than far away
Comrades of different caste, colour, and culture
In this age and time of opportunity
I know the importance of my wife, my daughter and my son
And my close relatives and donors and slave like supporters
My purpose is fulfilled
My dream achieved
So no more comrades unless I need
Your help and support and your backing
If I start to fall down from my post and power
My dear comrades
My dear comrades!
Copyright © Chiranjibi Paudyal | Year Posted 2017
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Chiranjibi Paudyal Poem
Danger of Darker Dance
In the heart of the desert, where shadows cast despair,
An ideology emerged—a venomous affair.
Visionless and blind, it spread its wicked creed.
Ignorant butchers are planting violent seeds.
In the Middle East, where cultures intertwine,
A malignancy arose—a dark design.
It wore the cloak of faith, distorted and defiled.
A mask of virtue yet cruelty compiled.
Through arid lands and ancient streets,
It swept like a tempest, with cold deceit.
It whispered lies, fuelled by hate,
Igniting conflicts, sealing a grim fate.
Ignorance's banner, reason cast aside,
A doctrine of violence, where shadows hide.
In the name of what they deemed divine,
They sowed discord, embracing the malign.
Brother turned against brother, a bitter strife,
A canvas painted with the hues of human life.
Murderous echoes in the ancient breeze,
A symphony of sorrow, bringing nations to their knees.
Conflict became their language, chaos their refrain,
As blood-soaked sands bore witness to the pain,
Yet, blinded, they remained, by dogma's cruel veil.
A visionless horde, where reason and compassion fail
Butchers, not of meat, but of souls and minds,
Spreading poison is where humanity binds.
Their legacy etched in scars, deep and red.
A tale of violence is too often left unsaid.
Yet, in the midst of shadows, a flicker of light,
Hope blooms in hearts against the endless night.
For even in darkness, seeds of change may grow.
And from the ashes, a new story may be bestowed.
Let us rise against the blindness, the ignorance, and the hate.
Illuminate the path towards a kinder fate.
In the Middle East, where conflicts burn,
May understanding and compassion return.
Copyright © Chiranjibi Paudyal | Year Posted 2023
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Chiranjibi Paudyal Poem
In the land of opportunity, we stand with hope so bold,
But low salary earners face a tale that's left untold,
In the UK's schools, they teach with hearts so pure,
Yet their efforts go unnoticed, like a dream obscure.
We're the ones who shape the minds,
Guiding children to thrive and shine,
But the system treats us like we're blind,
It's time for justice to intertwine.
End discrimination, let's break the chains,
Unfairness must end, equality remains,
We're the heart of education, deserving more,
It's time to rise united and even the score.
In classrooms filled with laughter, they pour their soul,
Though their salaries are meagre, they keep their goal,
With passion and dedication, they light the way,
But when it's time for recognition, they're cast astray.
We're the ones who shape the minds,
Guiding children to thrive and shine,
But the system treats us like we're blind,
It's time for justice to intertwine.
End discrimination, let's break the chains,
Unfairness must end, equality remains,
We're the heart of education, deserving more,
It's time to rise united and even the score.
Through every trial and tribulation,
We stand tall with determination,
No more silent tears of frustration,
It's time for change, for transformation.
United we'll rise, our voices heard,
No longer in shadows, no longer blurred,
Teachers, no matter the label or name,
Together, we'll ignite the flame of change.
We're the ones who shape the minds,
Guiding children to thrive and shine,
But the system treats us like we're blind,
It's time for justice to intertwine.
End discrimination, let's break the chains,
Unfairness must end, equality remains,
We're the heart of education, deserving more,
It's time to rise united and even the score.
In the UK's schools, we'll stand hand in hand,
Demanding the respect that we've earned and planned,
No more discrimination, we'll make amends,
Together we'll triumph, together we'll ascend.
Copyright © Chiranjibi Paudyal | Year Posted 2023
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Chiranjibi Paudyal Poem
In sweet October's heart so rare,
Autumn whispers through the air.
A symphony of gold and red,
Leaves dancing where their branches led.
The crisp embrace of harvest's kiss,
Nature's bounty, pure bliss.
Apples ripe and pumpkins bold,
A cornucopia to behold.
Blessed beyond words, I find,
In the gentle rustle of the wind.
Colors paint my thoughts so bright,
October's canvas, pure delight.
Winds that silence worries old,
A soothing balm, a tale untold.
October's story, bold and grand,
Written in the foliage, across the land.
Copyright © Chiranjibi Paudyal | Year Posted 2023
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