I Am Revolution

The days keep stretching like a high-end polymer.
Undead concrete; I always carry it on my
chest, swimming like a fish in the nudes and noise

of never-ending revolutionary talks. Please don’t
say love is all we need. Please don’t say
weed is all we need. It is getting on my nerves,

the internet stories of paradigm shifts,
Facebook patriotism and how you merge seamlessly
with cosmic consciousness or

something like that. In case you are planning to change
the world tonight, please lay it low.
Common people need to sleep after a long day at work.

Sudeep Adhikari is a structural engineer/lecturer from Kathmandu, Nepal. His recent publications were with Red Fez, Kyoto, Your One Phone Call, The Jawline Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Yellow Mama, Fauna Quarterly, The Beatnik Cowboy, After the Pause, Poetry Pacific, Silver Birch Press and vox poetica.

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2 Responses to I Am Revolution

  1. Words of another “slave”. Maybe put somewhat better, but couldn’t be farther from the truth. Still delusional like most of people of what is going on.

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