Dancing Of Metaphor Part One Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Dancing Of MetaphorPart One
A pen of poet is filled with ink of tears
That works as fuel to burn pyre of Tyrant.

A man carrying a living volcano inside him
Retains power to write a new history untold yet.

Blood stained hands crafted mask of peace
Cannibals proclaimed to ensure human rights.

Tallest Statue witnessed "A War for Peace "
His frozen tears, now ready for sale in auction.

Nepotism turned flavour of everyone's choice
Discrimination coated with fragrance of grace.

A graceful moon without her own lights
Kidnapped the right of millions of stars.

One who ignited cigarette with paper - notes; turned
An Ideal of those who are dying for apiece bread.

Starved people donated for a charity mission
Intended to establish them in moon and mars.
One who reverses meaning of words
Honoured as Philosopher of insane- world.

When a person feels duality inside him
Door of wisdom opens no doubt for him.

A man feels glory to fetch his own shadow
To incite himself as" An Observer of Truth "

Death is there always, to remind so-called greats
They are nothing more than a particle of ash.

Compilation of certificate of Achievements
Might not be enough to ignite someone's pyre.
No matter how great he is!

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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