Parshu Shrestha
Hidden you are,
A coward,
Not worth-chasing.
Or, I would have hunted you
Down into your rabbit-hole,
Where you have been hibernating.
A serpent,
You lured Mother Eve
Into biting the forbidden fruit,
And left her miserable and lonely,
Branding yourself ‘Ideal’
While preying on others.
She fought
The wrath of the world
Alone and stood firm;
Stronger than you, a sissy,
A curse in the face of the world,
A vain, nincompoop,
A fugitive poltroon
With a face poised, yet shoddy.
(Parshu Shrestha is a writer from Itahari.)
