sister of our butchered dreams
the foolish cops who conspired
to dictate awe of your slogans
who plotted to smash the heightened pagodas
of your integrity
knew very little about consequences
of raping the urge of a flame.
the fragrance of your simmering sighs
tickles the battered
flowers drying in the books of my anguish.
the urine that they forced you to drink
has erupted ulcers
of rage on my quaking shoulders.
raped daughter of our hungry huts,
my verbal revenge isn’t enough
to remove leeches
of insult clung to your breasts.
rods of despotic boorishness
they thrust in to your private parts
have caused a crack in my skull.
I roam victorious
in the charred streets
of this city seething from
the scourge of your courses.
yours are the waves of milk
even the earth shook droplets of terror
to see the forced
nightmare of that monstrous orgasm.
Doom is the word
doom of someone who having raped
a complete little supernova
waits like some infested gorilla
for its lethal aftermath.
You my victorious Muse
my Laxmi Lekali,
your shrieks made
shimmering fishtail of Machhapuchhre shiver,
crevice torn open
by insane barrel of the gun,
a splash of blood
gushed forth and spread
like some violent energy
in the victorious skies of my smoldering eyes.
Translated by Poet himself
(Source : Drunkenboat.com)