Living is not antithesis to death. It was then since you were born, you paid for one form of living; living for oneself and living and still living, no matter the self esteem is dead. Now I am stubborn to die which would create a new life in me forever.

Life enmeshed in a maze.
Dispersions prevaricated me with colors,
I forgot the white.
Life went to consolidate reflections
I've never seen an envisage of myself
I never could exorcize the demons inside my soul,
That destroyed the symmetry of my place, my origin I rise from,
The poverty, the vandalized half I belong

Sovereignty sequestered in slavery of minds
Perished into an imperialism of Massacre of Fraternity
I let my selfishness to relinquish the legacy of consanguinity of my ancestors,
Who have painted earth red to see the liberty of White.

I am lost at nothingness of nihilism
I could have acknowledged anarchism
But my country is going to divide and I can't deny.
I can't claim my mother's lost territory
And repatriate my mother's lost sons.


Life is evanescent and death is forever.
I stuck to an ephemeral happiness of colored dreams
So, I lost the joy of my mother forever.
Amnesty would be crime for the state
And heaven would be sinned to inculpate on my behalf.

I am not a prodigal daughter
But I've come back Forever
A dogmatic faith with ancestral blood stained on my soil,
Won't let me peril into a slavery anymore.
I've come back
Now being stubborn for ever.
Stubborn to claim my nation's lost territory
Stubborn to dissolve boundaries of ethnicity among my brothers
Stubborn to souvenir my nation her expatriate sons
Stubborn to lie under underneath my soul quite and Forever

Reena Maharjan
Kirtipur, Panga, Dhokasi
St. Xavier's college