On Violence
/I prefer solitude
And I lock myself in a room
In a fatal trajectory, I sleep
a slow wakefulness
Light envisions me
I dream of keeping alive the memories
Of pain and sorrow
No will to borrow
If I witness violence tomorrow
I cannot react abruptly
I am bounded with obligations and chained by
The society with sharp differences
Which violate my absence
And kill my presence,
I exist for them in a different tone and morality
They impose from their understanding
I cannot become adept to their vain disguise.
But, feel a redemption coming
I sense my way unbecoming.
By Sushant Thapa
From: Nepal
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