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