Best Kathmandu Poems

Our dinner, boiled to death root vegetables, we swallow in silence as night closes-in on the school. The co-opted Buddhist monastery housing us empties its porcelain thrones into the walled garden’s weedy rear yard. Village women wash: the floors, the pots, the laundry from first...

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The sun drenchs and heat soaks the air.
It throbbs with fumes.
The drivers of the three wheeled, canvas covered
taxi’s curse, beep, and press
their way between motor cycles
with garishly clad riders.

Males in western-style helmets 
drive women, dressed in peacock-colored saris,
down the main boulevards between
the Mercedes of diplomats...

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He had never seen the temple
As he leaned against the blessed stone.
He never saw the mountain
Which took lives, and tried, and never forgave.

His eyes never rose above your knees
And he never saw your shoes
As his body decayed faster than an avalanche.

His mind vanising quicker than...

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Kathmandu
a quaint, romantic name, 
had wanted to go there now it is a dream.
Nepal, this small mountain country
often used a golf ball between big countries
for purely selfish reasons.
Thousands of people killed and classical
palaces are reduced dust covering 
mountain tops 
as a fog of sadness ...

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