The Last Stanza
Our Latest Anthem
What would you call a tar speck on your sheet squeaky clean?
What would you call dreaming of a shangrila you've never seen?
What would you call gunning down coconuts that cry and bleed?
What would you call teary candles,melting that can't burn complete?
Fate, mighty fate.
Circumstances, shrewd, circumstances devour futile coconuts and candles.
Shaky coconuts, tactless candles surrender to ugly fate .
What would you call emaciated rats picking holes on your sacks?
What would you call men making rods for their own backs?
What would you call tramps eating off gold plates?
Perfect Mishaps!
Fate, dear, fate chances, blind, chances ignore plunders and blunders.
Lucky tramps, fearless rats make the best of circumstances.
Anjali Thapa
Anjali Thapa is a poet, writer and a English teacher who is passionate about music and literature. She loves animals, rain, the beat generation, rock music, children and starry nights and daughter, Rishika. Her very first publication was on The Sunday Post for her poem, “The Imp” in 2001. Her short stories and have been published on in Wave Magazine and indolink.com. She is inspired by poets, Sylvia Plath and Allen Ginsberg and authors, Toni Morrison, Thomas Hardy, Bishweshwor Prasad Koirala and many more. She received her M.A. and M.Phil. in English and post-graduate diploma in Women’s Studies from Tribhuwan University in Kathmandu, Nepal. She currently resides in Fremont, CA. Her works can be found on dreamersreality.com.
( Aug 4th 2009, 10:03 PM ) says:
What a beautifully written poem, so much imagery and fantasy and facts all mixed into one...where can i read more?!!
( Aug 4th 2009, 11:29 PM ) says:
Liked the imagery of whole poem and Liked the following lines very much:
What would you call teary candles,melting that can't burn complete?
Fate, mighty fate.
Shaky coconuts, tactless candles surrender to ugly fate .
Fate, dear, fate chances, blind, chances ignore plunders and blunders.
Lucky tramps, fearless rats make the best of circumstances.
Very nice! Last two lines say a lot!
~ Dibyendra
( Aug 5th 2009, 12:29 PM ) says:
why is it that most brilliant poems emerge from a sense of immense disillusionment?
Love the poem....very very well put...fate...mishaps...great!