Dim Light

 I make a humble request
Thee, Marx, go to Germany
Thee, Lenin, go to Russia
Thee, Mao, go to China
Thee, all dead spirits 
Smelling sour odor of politics 
Of all directions 
And past ages
Go to the US
Go to India
Go to Europe
Or go to your homeland
Thy younger generations
Of thy country
Are praying for thy peace
Are praying for thy salvation
I too pray to father and wish
As soon as thou reach 
Thy birthplace
Almighty would grant thee mercy
He would forget thy sin
And lead thee to eternal peace.

I make thee humble request
Please, leave my people
And let them be healed
Thy presence hath made them
Easy to hide their crime under
Doth thee not see?
All day
They become progressive in words
As the darkness surrounds
They begin to bite each other.

Can a liters vessel 
Hold a gallon of oil?
So are thy worshipers
Doth thee teach them 
To live for peasants?
Or leave on peasants?
Doth thee make them work
Or break bread for free?
Doth thee give a lesson
To wipe a tear of poor
Or shed their blood?

O, Marx...!
O, Lenin...!
O, Mao...!
Leave Nepal
And let the 30 million people know
That they are zero watt's lamps
Nowhere to make bright
Let them know
Earning less than equal
They are devouring
300 million's food a day
The happiest are the gangsters here
The fattest are the robbers here
The richest are the thieves here
And this country of mine 
Is becoming the weakest in the world
Which can hardly be seen crawling
In the dim light of zero watt light
300 million miles away from others
No problem they will wake up one day 
At least let them establish peace.