Monday, June 13, 2005

Prodigal Son

The Prodigal Son

I. The Past

spring renewal of Bisket
summer baked the Terai
needing monsoon relief
inviting the coolness of the autumnal festivals
and
capping of the winter snow in the Himalayas

II. The Present

wearing beads of thousands of skulls
stepping on bleeding mothers
wielding khukris and bayonets
the prodigal son
has returned from lahur
with trophies of ideas in his head
and medals of revolution on his chest
turning
the sanctity of sindoor into a jatra
reverence of the abir in an ideological yatra
sacredness of the bali stained in ragatya
by
sacrificing his own brothers, sisters
fathers and mothers
in the name of
the Holy Trinity of
M-L-M.

Jantas
Kali white with fear
swallows her tongue
Yuvas
Nilkhantha escapes
to the smoke
Netas
Kal Bhairav trembling in prayer
seeks refuge
Maharaj
Budhanilkantha prefers
to rest
Paltan
Devi dismounted
throws her sword away
NGO
Narad trying to notify
breaks his ek tare
UN
Indra scared
hides behind the clouds

Alap...

III. The Future

Only Buddha smiles
envisioning
a Bodhisattva

Wail to Ama

Ama
I feel the thunder of the boots
marching by the thousands,
I hear sounds of mortars,
gun fire and bombings,
I sense the cries, sobs and the tears
of mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers

Amaa
I see only red,
and at times dark
I see red flags
and sometimes dark

Amaaa
I see red
red everywhere
Red Heads, Red Scarfs, Red Banners
and Red Salutes.

Red in the North
Red in the South
Red in the East
Red in the West
I see Red Heads everywhere,
those crazy Red Heads everywhere

Amaaaa
let's chase those crazy Red Heads
let's chase them
from our villages, towns and cities
let's chase those crazy Red Heads
from our body, mind and soul

Amaaaaa
otherwise all i see is war
war, War, WAR
war everywhere

Amaaaaaa
we don't want no more trouble
all we want is peace
peace

Amaaaaaaaaaaa
Amaaaaaaaaaaaa
Amaaaaaaaaaaaaa
why does your milk
taste like blood

Amaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I do not know if I want to come out
I do not know if you want me to be born
for I am still in your womb.

Aamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa