| girija |
Posted
on 22-Mar-01 12:14 AM
In this flurry of poetry on this site I humbly submit the following song I wrote while in state of inspiration in the great land of France. It shows I too have a place in the grand literary tradition of my family. This poem competed against many others and was voted winner by 23 million people. Please sing it to the tune of the famous French tune “The Can-Can.” It is best seen in motion, I am kicking my legs in the air doing a can-can dance.
Can can, can you do the can can
Once I was a great man
History would have been a fan
Of my role in janaandolan
But I had no gyan gyan
Only lots of great plan
In words but not in action
Which is Nepali tradition
So now I am an old man
Sitting on my can can
Just care about my clan clan
Just like Ranashasan
I say “be off to ashcan”
To rest of population
Maybe I will get canned canned
But do not cry for me, man
The way it is in our land
Most wise and honest have no dhan
Or flee to become american
Even parliamentarian
Who start out proletarian
Soon sell out for Pajero van
So those like me will keep command
in land of aaphno man-
che, that’s all I really can
say.
Humbly submitted to your voracious appetite for literature,
The Poet Laureate of Nepal,
Girija
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