With malice to none
Finally I too have become a national poet

I have arrived at a million dollar conclusion that human brains are naughty. Just imagine what a naughty brain would advise you. A naughty brain will definitely push you to notorious activities. I do not know why my naughty brain has been advising me these days to become a poet. To tell you the truth I have ever remained a very bad-listener of poems. It is not that I don't like poems. The fact is that I don't understand them. At times I get invitations to attend poem recitals. I do attend but all along the recital I take a nap as if the whole of the previous night I had a sleepless night. The nap is automatic. As the first poet takes the floor, my eye lids get closed. Others listening the poem think that I am listening the poem with deep devotion. However, the fact is just the otherwise.

This time when I was in India, my naughty brain advised me to join the long band of the Nepali poets. I could not deny the request of my brain and hence I hereby declare that I too have become a poet.

My conclusion is that when Indian Prime Minister, a political creature indeed, can pen poems why then can't I? Coming more closer most pleasingly when our own Monarch has remained a well acclaimed poet then why I can't this poor journalist? Is it that a journalist is not supposed to pen poems as per the 1990 Constitution? I must enjoy my freedom of expression. That's my right although I don't have duties.

In the process I penned few poems during my India sojourn. If one finds my poem very very difficult to understand then consider the poem to be an abstract one. Things which generally are not understood by lay men, the poets claim that their creation were abstract ones. What this word abstract meant in the domain of poem, I have failed to understand. But it could be that when the creator himself fails to understand his own creation he gives it another frightening dimension and says that it were an abstract one.

My first poem runs like this:( Bear with me few minutes)

Begin text:

This is a poem,
This is a poem because it is a poem,
This is a poem because people have taken it as a poem,
Since people have taken it as a poem, so it is a poem

End text. (Clapping please)

My second poem, which is on MOON, runs like this:

Begin text:

Oh! What is this white rounded structure?
People call it moon,
It is very far from the earth,
Neil Armstrong landed there long back,
May be it is connected with honey-moon
It is this moon where the newly married ones would love to visit,
So many songs have been penned by interested poets,
But I am pained because I don't see it during the day,
But why?
Ask the moon!

End text (Clapping please)

My third poem is on politics:

Begin text:

Oh! Politics, Ah! Politics! Yeah! Politics
Politics, politics, politics
Bangkok politics, Fortrum politics, horse-trading politics,
Nepali politics is money making politics,
Very interesting politics indeed.
Deuba politics, Koirala politics,
Nepal politics and across the border politics,
Powersharing politics, destabilizing politics,
Is Nepal's current politics, very good politics

End text:

Since I am a new comer in the spehere of poems, please take it easy. If you don't understand my poems, take it as an abstract creation by a new comer.

No part of these poems bay be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any other means without the prior written permission of the poet.

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