Poem – The Power of Taste

It didn’t require great character at all

Our refusal disagreement and resistance

we had a shred of necessary courage

but fundamentally it was a matter of taste

Yes taste

in which there are fibers of soul the cartilage of


Who knows if we had been better and more

attractively tempted

sent rose-skinned women thin as a wafer

or fantastic creatures from the paintings of

Hieronymus Bosch

but what kind of hell was there at this time

a wet pit the murderers’ alley the barrack

called a palace of justice

a home-brewed Mephisto in a Lenin jacket

sent Aurora’s grandchildren on into the field

boys with potato faces

very ugly girls with red hands


So æsthetics can be helpful in life

one should not neglect the study of beauty

Before we declare our consent we must carefully


the shape of the architecture the rhythm of the drums
official colors the despicable ritual of funerals

Our eyes and refused obedience

the princes of our senses proudly chose exile 


About भण्डारी2013

Has a reflective and idealistic types of personality. Loves to participate in Social activities. Extremely loyal by nature. Laid back unless a strongly held value is threatened and a talented writer too.
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