Wednesday, April 23, 2014

...With Mother

I said:

“The World?
(Especially the people in it?)

Oh, you want me to

Talk about them!?”

I explained:


They thought that they detached us!

By cutting that cord!

But they never realized that

I am attached to you still!

I was

And I will…”

I regret:

“When I think about the people,

And this world!

Wherever you are Mom!

I feel jealous about you!”

 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"


Monday, April 14, 2014

“And many of “that” lures…”

That bell rings,
And he opens that door,
And that newspaper flips…
And many of “that” lures…

That mansion of money…
Of that dirty game, he won!
In that crowd of news!
He walks- that alone…

He read his “name”
In that bold!
That leader, he must be!
And that nation to hold!

He seldom walks on that road!
Where that hamlet has a leaking roof!
And seldom touch that kid-
Without that bloody caste-proof!

That millions of money,
Of those sweats of deprived, in that wallet!
And those filthy hands, that store,
Can buy no contentment, I bet!

Still, he claims that!
He must be that leader of the poor!
That he never knew-
That the poor have a “wooden door”!

Under that skin of ‘fairness’,
Floats that blood of unjust!
Of those thousand tears, he slept on!
And that he can’t pay the cost!

Of that fame, that shall die…
And that laughter for others’ pain!
We vote against- that leader!
Who lead for that personal gain!

And again, that bell rings,
And he opens that door,
And that newspaper flips…
And many of “that” lures…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
Center for Ecological Sciences,
I write this satirical poem for the leader who uses the politics for their personal benefits. The word “that” has been used frequently to show and stress the satire!


Sunday, April 6, 2014

Under the shed of sarcasm: to this hatching egg!

I hold this egg
And I observe…
The white shell of it
Smooth and brittle!
I harked!
A cracking sound from within
Voila, the egg is hatching!

Now I wonder about-
The freedom that shall
Cost it’s freedom!

I wonder:

The world outside, that shell, is a mere blue!

And the people outside are lethal, You have no clue!

But still if it lures you, and if you wish to hatch…

I have this couple of suggestions to you!

Once your wings are out, my feathery folk!

Act smart, walk smart and eat smart…

Even if you do not know how and where that smartness lies in…

For they’re going to judge you, Of course not by your heart!

And yeah, you perch on that money, they made,

And sleep in that bloody bed!

They shall laud you for this, my tiny folk…

In the face of your utter loyalty, they shall split your head!

Dare not to cross that “road”!

And even if you do, never let them know!

For they themselves are fighting over a piece of land!

Flap your wings, dust it off and enjoy the show!

Prove them wrong, for you know, they always are!

You are not that “chicken-hearted”

It’s just that you have that heart of a chicken!

And yeah, they seldom remember what they have said!

And your future, you will never create…

In that meat-cleaver, hides your fate!

But still, when they shall carry you by your wings!

In that gory-slaughter-house, stand brave!


With that chunk of bread, they eat!

Their hunger will suffice by your meat!)

If bygones were the past, live to the fullest!

That future, you will never see!

Should not haunt you, for the world outside is lethal!

Trust me, inside this shell, you are free!

And that little-yellow-folk, 
Pops-out of that egg!
And again, I observe,

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
6th April, CES, 
A sarcastic poem- to this cruel society!