Bashi Bhihalo

Beneath the starry night, I wait for the morning light,
Tattoos of memory fluttering behind our possible past
Some religious, some rebellious, behind the banner and the flag
An entire generation in a remote epoch of a valley
Shot down by this limbered lame democracy
Tired of lying around caught in the doldrums of desperation
Marooned apart in this genocide of identity
Years have passed but time in the valley stands still
Nestled between the mountains a river flows
A man with a net returns home
with the fish eyed lens of hope
Untouched by the pollution of mankind
with hand on heart he smile
As he loses himself to the haze alcohol,
He wonders if he can have a little place of his own.
Beneath the starry night, brave new land promised with empty smiles,
Encroached under the illusion of oratory
This promise is kept upon the frame in the mantle
As memories start to fade away
only the feelings of the few remain
Towards the boundary of realism
acts upon the mechanism of control
Another stretch at freedom
but its stuck in the way of isolation
Fixing a grin we stand lost for words
I can see rays of light from the mountains
rises the sun from the east
I turn and face the light
I guess,
we play these strings until our finger is raw.