Poetry:
Mahesh Paudyal
Of Dreams and Corpses
By killing the human dreams
They saved a few courtiers in the royal garden ;
Soon the Dwapar Era was over
And the spell of darkness dawned.
In a different village, far away
People build a garden of dreams
In the plains of emancipation
Though some people died.
A civilization sprang up
A future emerged.
Translation: Poet Himself
