Metamorphosis
Mon. 18 April 2005
Metamorphosis
When
I was small
Used to mercy all
Birds and animal
Murdered in all
Occasions of
Different seasons
Without right reasons
Now
Neither horn
Nor tail I have
Neither molar
Nor claws I have
I spare none
Old, infant
Or tender teen
Also kith and kin
Be it brother
Or own father.
If I’m right
In a plight
Do or die
My motto
To avoid ghetto
But win in lotto,
Then I’ll be hero
The super hero.
Published: 2007-01-07
Author: Eak Prasad Duwadi About the author or the publisher
Born in 1976 at Dhola-9, Dhading, Eak Prasad Duwadi now lives in Kathmandu. He’s involved in many National/International organizations. English Literature Master’s Degree holder with couple of other degrees including Mass Communications, Mr. Duwadi who has won notable awards, is a prolific writer in contemporary issues. He has been teaching in reputed Schools, colleges and university students for last ten years in Nepal. Currently, he’s a faculty in Kathmandu University, Dhulikhel.
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