Santosh Kumar Pokharel
Immaculate ones shall rise
Apocalypse isn’t though wise
Of him, who created life
There’s no use crying,
No use of a strife.
The majority will dust turn
Hardly knows anyone who will return.
I to him address
Even he cannot stay timeless.
It’s all meaningless then:
Who shall die for whom to remain!
Don’t you think of the day of doom?
Death over all, from birth does loom.
And room for those doesn’t exist,
Who from doubts to doubts roam.
They’ll be buried or someone will them burn,
It’s a pity, into ghosts they return.
[Santosh Kumar Pokharel is an multilingual poet from Nepal.]
