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म त गुरु मान्दिन

गुरु हुनुहुने साथीहरुले चित्त नदुखाई पढिदिनुहोला :

म त गुरु मान्दिन

हातमा लौरो बोकेर
टेबुलमा ठोकेर
हाम्रो सातो लानेलाई
नपढाई जानेलाई
म त गुरु मान्दिन
झुक्न पनि जान्दिन !
प्रश्न सोध्नै नदिने
हाम्रा कुरै नसुन्ने
तँ भनेर हेप्नेलाई
सधै मुर्ख देख्नेलाई
म त गुरु मान्दिन
झुक्न पनि जान्दिन !
स्वस्थ्य शिक्षा पढाउने
आफै धुवाँ उडाउने
फोहोर लुगा लाउनेलाई
सधै ढिला आउनेलाई
म त गुरु मान्दिन
झुक्न पनि जान्दिन !

 

शिशिर ढकाल
कक्षा -८ , ब्लुमिंङ् स्कलर एकेडेमी
अनामनगर

फेसबुकका पोस्टहरुबाट साभार गरिएको यो लेख हो। धन्यवाद रवीन्द्र मिश्रलाई, ध्यानआकर्षण गरिदिनुभाकोमा।

Stick to the Point !!! Lessons for every Nepali

ग्यासँ कहिले पाईन्छ साथी
संबिधानै बन्याछैन ग्याँसको के कुरा गर्ने

संबिधान बनाउन दवाव दिम् न त साथी
मधेश जलिराछ, पहिले त्यो सल्टाउनुपर्यो नि

मधेशलाई हक हित दिदुँ न त साथी
कहाँ भारतको चलखेल हो यो सबै मधेशलाई लिन

भारतसँग कराऔँ न त मिलेर हामी साथी
हाम्रै नेता कातर छन् दलाली गर्छन् तीन्‌को कहाँ सकिन्छ

यस्ता नेतालाई पदबाट निकालौँ साथी
कहाँ ४ बर्षमा चुनाबै भाछैन – कसरी निकाल्ने

चुनाब फेरि गर् भनेर सडकमा जाम न त साथी
हामी दुई चार जना सडकमा गएर केहि हुनेवाला छैन

अब के गर्ने त साथी ?
पहिले संबिधान बनोस न त्यसपछि सबै भै हाल्छ नि

तर साथी अघि भन्या होईन संबिधान त…( कुरा बिचमै काटिन्छ)
के गर्ने ? यस्तै हो यहाँ ….  (लामो सास लिदैँ)
नेपाल अब खत्‍तम भो !
साले चोर नेताले देश बिगारे :(

ए ल ल ठिकै छ …बरु ग्यासँ कहिले पाईन्छ साथी
भोली पाईएला कि ?


भुमिका नँबाध -अग्रेजीमा भने झै स्टिक टु द पोईन्ट 

Stick to the ****** point. 

 

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Nepal Bandh

recall this shell-shocked face?
went mortally embarrassed today
hope’s taken a thundering smack down,

As this city of five fold million woke up
a ruthless mob of five fold hundred cracked down,
held hostage to this city of lost souls,
their blades sharpened with our cowardice,
their seething passion fueled from our hollow despairs

as this sheep wanders aimlessly
down these bare streets of Kathmandu
am left red-faced by her nakedness,

spikes after spikes of anguish shoot up,
herds of poker-faced zombies march past,
fear imprinted on their drained faces
stamped out by a mere couple hundred wolf pack

The age of wolves has finally arrived
ruthless rulers of a kingdom of million sheep
a land, where dues are paid with fear
where despair reigns as the only currency

Us, ‘poor, waylaid ‘ sheep
what will is there left to rise,
or do we bend and dance again
to flutes of these mad pipers,
while them wolves lick
our fear …off their paws
do we sheep slowly march to their tunes
towards a cliff and to the abyss beyond…

Perhaps some god will pity us,
Perhaps…
perhaps god is just one of us cowards
perhaps….
perhaps she shall rise from one among us,
perhaps…

till then, here’s to remember us by,
“one bloody long line of flaccid,
little fear-struck self-pitying sheep
of five fold a million….”

(I wrote this a couple of years ago yet is as relevant as ever to our apathetic state and lack of responsibility as Nepali citizens). If you want to do something about it, join our Nepal Khulla Group on Facebook