a rant poem.
a poem without a title
i promised you a poem before i left behind
your ramshackle ram rajya—
you, the flesh-eating dakini
devouring on demented cerebrums.
for four fucking years, i walked into you
and your crumbling campus, carrying
a backpack full of tattered & torn
dreams—now my body reeks of you,
and i sound like your ancient heads hewed
from termite-eaten oaks of marxism
& megalomania. your voice keeps
burrowing into my marrow, my soul,
feasting & frolicking on my being.
o my alma fucking mater of mediocrity—
why does your education stink of dog shit?
why do your syllabi reek of sadistic pleasure?
for four long years, i knelt down, helpless,
a plastic smile plastered on my freckled face.
for four unending years, i carried my broken
soul cast in plaster bandage of apprehension.
now i stand at your gate, with the begging
bowl of a diploma, empty—and with no-
thing but a slag of bitter experiences, emerging,
tossing & tumbling out of the leftover me.
Poetry by bibek adhikari
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Written on 2020-07-29 at 15:43
Tags University  Experience  Anger
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