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Paralyzed Authorities     Making no-sense   Here, Am I,     living in the nation of dead   Or,   Am I,     the refugee of the country of birth?        Year by year   I have seen my soil shrinking   No Man’s Land, getting proximity   Loosing Identity, inches by inch.        Curse of voting, venomous Puppet     Instructed to, divide and rule   In a name of by/for/to the people   Later,   “My own People”, they say   Always, here,   I stayed Outcasted   Categorized by,   Tongue,   Color,   Dress, and the   Sacred thread.        I wish to be the Pillar   Unmovable,   Strong,   Hard,   Let me get the fragrance of my soil   And,   Blessing of it.        Mama.
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC
Pillars Calling
Paralyzed Authorities     Making no-sense   Here, Am I,     living in the nation of dead   Or,   Am I,     the refugee of the country of birth?        Year by year   I have seen my soil shrinking   No Man’s Land, getting proximity   Loosing Identity, inches by inch.        Curse of voting, venomous Puppet     Instructed to, divide and rule   In a name of by/for/to the people   Later,   “My own People”, they say   Always, here,   I stayed Outcasted   Categorized by,   Tongue,   Color,   Dress, and the   Sacred thread.        I wish to be the Pillar   Unmovable,   Strong,   Hard,   Let me get the fragrance of my soil   And,   Blessing of it.        Mama.
Theme: Smell of Soil Genre: Patriotic
#nepal#soil#pillar#citizen#race#identity#boarder#democracy#refugee
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M/Nepal
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC
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