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When I was younger I thought I hated poetry because all the stupid poems I was forced to read in school were shit, things like "the snow glistened white as his conscience" stupid poetical ramblings about things which I (and the majority of people on earth) could care less about. Why do I want to read barely decipherable poems about an "august night" or "winter morning" or such crap? In fact I really like poetry, but didn't realize it until lately when I started reading poems by political and socially conscious such as Mario Benedetti, Darwish, Pier Paolo Pasolini, Pablo Neruda, and now Ahuti. I tried to find out who Ahuti is, but all I could find was that he is a Nepali poet. If anyone knows anything about him please leave a comment. Anyway, please read this poem it is brilliant, one of the best poems I have ever read, definetly made my morning. Enjoy comrades!

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