Nepal – the country of the Buddha and the Mt. Everest

Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without – Buddha


Posted by Ram Kumar Shrestha on July 7, 2012

By  Chandra Gurung
Manbu, Gorkha (Now Bahrain)
All over the body of this city
The concrete buildings sprouting like wild mushrooms
All of them
-Stretching their life pooped spines
-Raising their honor stooped heads
-Broadening their dignity sunken bosoms
-Opening their dream captivated eyes
Over the smudged skies
Are humming in chorus- a hymn of their hollow heights.
Measuring the setting youth of life
I have witnessed
-Housing lands turning fat, devouring the green fields
-Water tanks taking height, swallowing the wells and springs
-Houses standing tall, barricading the hills on either side
-Walls erecting high, demolishing the splendor of trees
-Streets lying crushed, under millions of feet
Here- In the city that I’ve lived.
I have found
The advent of movie theatres chasing the Rodhis*
The germination of fast food cafes replacing the tea stalls
On the either side of street
-Lifting heart-alluring showrooms with both hands
-Carrying colourful shops on shoulders
-Wearing artificial smile on faces
To attract the ‘time-pass’ throng of people
Standing swarming are shopping centers.
In the city that I’ve lived
-Peace prevails if voted to a specific political party
An election proclamation
-‘Buy two get one free’- birth of a new brand of soap
-Brash Ayurvedic medicines healing the most private diseases
Smearing lips with
Such multi-coloured lipsticks of advertisement
Standing are the fashionable walls
Chortling prostitute’s chic smiles.
Before the hungry huts
Without restraint, spit the star hotels uncouthly.
Making fun of the ill-clad feeble bodies
Time, in short skirts
Walks on the ramp- a modern catwalk.
And, the towering buildings here
Smelling of the chemical beauty of enamels
Stand fastened to one another
Giving home to multi-faceted creatures that never live in harmony.
The city that I’ve lived-
Where different unoccupied sculptures at every crossroad
Are standing quietly
Observing our life full of hustle and bustle.
Over the black-topped confused roads
Seen are grieving ambulances running.
-Atop the overhead bridges
-At the corners of secluded parks
-On the footway of dark roads
Seen are flirtatious streetwalkers
Finding illicit business on the faces of crowd.
This is the city that I’ve lived
-Neither is covered by a mantilla of love
-Nor is tied by a thread of humanity
-And isn’t surrounded by walls of harmony either
Isolated from all sides… the city that I’ve lived.

Rodhis* -To the Gurung Community of Nepal, the “Rodhi Ghar” is a place for people to relax and enjoy themselves singing and dancing after the hardships of the day in the villages.



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