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“At moments I wish to became part of the perennially roaring hurricanes of abuses and stand naked dropping all sense of responsibilities, And cry with the quivering speech it has taught by mustering the sanguine spirit made from this city’s water, with impulses supported by its air— This is a city of those who dance to the senseless slogans of the crowd, Of those who see beauty on outer paints used to camouflage real humans, Of those dozing contentedly on insensitivity as their ideals, Of those who live in dreams and die in waking hours, Of those who lose themselves walking, Of the lunatics.” — Suman Pokhrel
At moments I wish
to became part of the perennially roaring
hurricanes of abuses
and stand naked dropping
all sense of responsibilities,
And cry with the quivering speech it has taught
by mustering the sanguine spirit
made from this city’s water, with
impulses supported by its air—
This is a city of those who dance
to the senseless slogans of the crowd,
Of those who see beauty on outer paints
used to camouflage real humans,
Of those dozing contentedly on
insensitivity as their ideals,
Of those who live in dreams and die in waking hours,
Of those who lose themselves walking,
Of the lunatics.