Rup N Pokharel
California, USA
Firecrackers played in regal premises
While at backwoods and slums
Nights mourned in tears
Regardless lips jammed.
Nonetheless, in dungeon, he met his end,
News of his no more, surfaced somehow.
No obituary written-
No words of condolences uttered.
Smiles ran on sadistic faces
Soiree organized;
Willy-nilly, nitty-gritty condensed.
Boomerang, fell upon the doer perhaps;
Before his burial,
A morsel of soil
Stickers of National Emblems,
Discovered inside his shabby coat-
Carried with care;
National Anthem tattooed
Over his torso.
