Fri, 23 Feb, 2024


By Arjun Dahal

Welcome to the inferno, Be aware of your life, be aware of your fate. Inferiors, threat to the Aryan race, Because of the final solution, pray for your death.   Coffee waits in the mobile van, Purgatory, a sauna to cleanse your name. You are the human experiment for the angel of death, Surgery and sterilization, you've never felt.   Death marches through the icy cold wind, Dig your graves and lay down bent. Mass shootings for the mass graves outside, Run like a cattle, your mandatory suicide.   Extermination through slave labor in the camps, Smell death and burn alive, for your race. Starve and freeze, for death, you shall cry, Noble blood seeks holocaust and millions more to die.

About Author:
Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His Non-fiction has appeared in Blue Marble Review. His poetry has appeared/forthcoming in Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, and DWIT News. The links to his published Nepali Poems can be found at