Sweet Dream

Rivers flow incessantly

Like the waves flowing through my heart

I stand in the wilderness

Watching the path beside the riverbank

Gazing towards distant villages

I am traveling underground.

 

My journey is becoming wondrous

Gunmen are following behind me

To kill me

With the aim to make flowers bloom,

Their master is a bourgeois

Who speaks against freedom

The voiceless are searching for a voice

He plays the holi of blood

He has no remorse

He embodies the devil

He should be hanged

Like a bundle of ears of corn in the fields.

 

I am reading the Red Book

To ignite a red revolution

I am walking on harsh cliffs of life

Footprints stained with blood and dust

A red corner notice has been issued in my name

The price of my head has been set

I am accused of treason

The devil is committing treason.

 

I am drawing borders

For an unknown nation lost to geography

I seek people

In refugee camps made stateless

I remember known and unknown martyrs

Fighting for justice

The martyrs smile

To praise my indomitable courage

Carrying the martyrs’ dream

I advance on the path of the martyrs

Come, brave son

To wipe the tears of the nation.

 

Rivers flow in their own rhythm continuously

To merge into the ocean

My heart is exhilarated

To sing the sweet song of life

I do not want to be in meditation

I needed to reach a distant village

Where innocent people

Were searching for lost dreams

I was scattering the biscuit of dreams

Sharing sweet dreams.

Sundarharaicha-6, Dulari, Morang