The Gate of Fate !
– Balkrishna Pokharel
Neither it is open, nor it is ever close.
Then why do you mutter, to open it or to close it ?
It's closing or opening I think,
Is beyond selfishness.
If so, why do you chant spellingly ?
To open the Gate of Fate ?
Are you a Voodoo from Haiti
Are you an Ojha from India
Are you a Bompo from Tibet
Or Jhankri from Nepal
If you are none of the folks,
Your gibberish murmurs
Your meaningless abracadabra,
Your every chant or gibber,
Is merely farce.
The Gate of Fate
Which denied to welcome
Which refused to receive
How your tiny voice
Is shouting funnily
To open the Gate of Fate ?
Even if you are a Voodoo from Haiti
Even if you are an Ojha from India
Even if you are a Bompo from Tibet
Even if you are a Jhankri from Nepal
You are never destined
To order the Fate
To open it's Gate,
Nor to close it's Gate !!!
No ! Fate is not the Keeper of any Royal Gate.
Rather it is your dutiful mate.
Go to visit the tree of duty
Yes, there you can avail fruits of fate.
Go in search of
The confectionery of Mr. Dutybound
I don't know where it's Gate is
But sweet entitled as Fate
Is unfailingly found.
Therefore, Oh! Mumbo-jumbo faith-healer !
I am fed up of your Para-medic chant.
Now keep mum for my sake !
O.K ? My gibbering well-wisher ?
Date:- 2068/5/24
