One poem by Arun Budhathoki

May 27^th

Hope is what kept us alive

Awake

Expecting Constitution finally

Dreams crushed

Leaders punished poor citizens

Plucking off their decaying dreams

I’m going to Bhaktapur today to release the dead dreams

To the Ancients,

I’m tired of living in this augur age

Civilization cursed

Economy falling apart

Nation nullified almost,

I do not care anymore

To carry the burden of concern and worry

I’m exhausted, tired

Superficial smiles and worries

Prompt me to puke

All over the disgusting faces of these pathetic leaders

I wish I could do this

I wish I could make them leave

And pay for the wrongdoings against all.

Arun Budhathoki (Daniel Song) is from Nepal. He is an aspiring poet, writer and founding-editor of The Applicant, a Kathmandu based online literary journal. He is the author of a poetic collection 'Edge' which is available online at Amazon. He has contributed his poems to a number of literary journals from around the world. Visit his page at Mad Swirl Journal to read more of his poems: http://madswirl.com/content/poetry/Arun_Budhathoki.html