20 मार्च 2022

Murderer

you agitated my rivers
blighted flower buds
fouled the sweet-scented air
harassed the birds of the land arrayed in turquoise petals

you ripped the ropes of my old tent
spoilt the firewood of my earthen hearth
set toxic leaves on fire and
inscribed evil spells on the flags erected outside my gate

you crushed the horns of my wild yaks
scraped vulture bones for flutes
and agonised horses with chained hooves

in this land of incessant hell
should I still, intently, receive atonement
from you, the incarnation of evil?

---Tashi Rabten

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