Life Like Mountains

-Yadav Chandra Sharma

I think, life is almost a thorny rose,
Not perfectly shaped as we wish.
But is always as beautiful,
And ever grandeur to look at,
As seems the hoary North-rock.

I think again, life is like a thistle,
For humanism a positive symbol,
Representing to resilient race,
Both in difficulty and adversity,
Like an undefeated hardy valiant.

Life seems like the mountains,
Some are extremely big and regal,
But the backpackers surely climb up,
On the top of majestic mountains,
Till they have indomitable faith,
They can overcome them all.

Hero by mistake

False fabrication of Herculean task,
Articulation of some sweet words,
Swears like summer mushrooms,
Mere leap service in performance,
This is identity of a hero by mistake.

Such heroes like snake-oil salesman,
Sale extracted venom of frustration,
Mess up the destiny of commoners,
And let the wounds spread over,
Rather faster than fire in dry forest.

Sometimes yaps like a silly fox,
As if a healer of agonies on earth,
Speaking of turmeric and many more,
And so on that lies around us,
But in reality he is in a great fuss.

One was King Bhoj,
The other, Gangu Teli,
One was Madan Bhandari,
And the other, KP Oli.
Sacrifice of life for democracy (Madan Bhandary)
Sacrifice of democracy for lavish life (KP Oli)