~Dibya Giri~
Whenever I am making coffee in the kitchen
I hear the news of the radio everyday
Suicidal attack, kidnapping and war
My heart is disappointed
I don’t feel the taste of the coffee.
Whenever after the tiresome day
I sit in the room after dinner watching the TV
I see the ambulance of the Red Cross
Carrying the wounded persons bleeding
I see the kith and kin of the wounded weeping
I am watching the curtain of the blood shed TV
I am reading the blood shed newspaper
I am watching the sound of the blood shed radio
A question like the wave of ocean arises inside me
Whether will there be always murder and havoc in this world?
Whether the human right will be impinched?
Who will answer to this very question?
I close the TV and sleep inside the blanket
I hear an explosion in a distance
The picture of Lord Buddha starts to shake.
Tikathali-5, Lalitpur, Nepal
(Source : Poemhunter)
