Distorted Image Of Mine Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Distorted Image Of Mine
I am burried in middle of path
When liquid lava exploded from your wrath.
No achievements to nurture my vanity
Ego has already died, without attaining destiny.

A man who pays for every unit of his breath
Untreatable profile inside each layer of sheath.
Cracked house launching display of hunger strike.
A game of blindfold starts, driving corruption bike.

Those who wrote from ink of my red blood
Those who electrified houses with my flood
Depressed heart transformed into spirt of bold.
But no one of them is here, to console me in cold

Seeds of my creativity turned a way of gain
For those who claimed me as their own rain.
Bitter taste of betrayal ended with hypocrisy
Relation with them, turned poison of autocracy.

When death danced in front of door of my house
Friends played flute to regard her as my spouse.
Relatives managed funeral procession of alive me.
Instead of creating hope, a positive attitude inside me.

Those who enjoyed salty favour of my sweat
Feel comfortable to assure me as worthless log
The shade of protection converts into slaughter firm.
Rainbow hue of atmosphere sought for black strom.
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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