Poetry

Divine Renovation

Tear off the document of my visionary spirits,

Treat me as a trash of this civilization as per your insights.

Blow up this face of mine you don’t like-

And make it like a crumpled stove,

Yet despite all this, I assure my smile never fades up.

Stars of unswerving progress that lies deep inside my soul,

Will never turn red.

 

Dear, even if your self-worth is not rewarded with my contempt

Better forget all my aid and preach;

And do all the hypocritical stuff that you speculate to be virtuous.

Yes, erase my virtues,

Tear off the profound bonds I have made with this civilization.

After all you are full of pomp,

Why would you ever imagine divine renovation!

 

~ Rajendra Ojha ‘Nayan’ 

Nepal

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