Inner Storm
/The dusk was losing its light;
A feeble-minded guy noticed a lady returning home.
The nocturnal darkness darkened his rationality,
and bred his inner storm, fueled by wantonness, out.
Dragging her into a ditch,
he rode her down, indifferent to her woes.
Outer tempest, though beyond human control,
has a binding force-
unifies human for collective security.
But inner hurricane, though controllable,
has a destructive force-
metamorphoses for blood sports, hunting.
O accursed inner tornado! How do you crop up?
Why don’t you abdicate human soul forever?
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
From: Nepal