Nepal poems
THE CONTENTED MAN
He is master of his own household,A Tibetan family,A happy house,Secure and warm.Everything in its place,Tomba pots and kitchen pansClean and gleaming, neatly stacked.Water from the mountain stream waits outside in bowls, crystal clear,pure and fresh and cold.Aromatic wood smoke pervades the timbered low- ceilinged house,pots bubbling on the clay wood-fuelled cooker.The pretty eldest daughter …
THE LAST CALL OF THE WILD ELEPHANT
In the cold mist before dawnThe lonely lord of the jungle patrols the edge of the forestAcross the river from the villageWhere the female elephants are stabled. His path is well troddenEach morningHis way takes him within sight of the village,But he dare not cross the riverThough he easily couldThe men would bang and crash …
KALI
Kali Cares for meCooks for meCherishes meConsoles meCalms meCools meChides meComforts meCaresses meCentres meIs Close to meIs Concerned for meIs Considerate of meIs Constant to meIs Committed to meKali is my CompanionKali is my ChampionShe Cheers for meShe Compliments meShe Cries for meShe Calls for meShe Comes to meShe Cradles meShe Captures my soul Kali …
CRYSTAL CLEAR
frozen drops of glistening tears27 graduated beadsof Himalayan rock crystalstrung in a necklacecool and clear as the ice-cold mountain streamas colorless as pure water(which makes them every bit as beautiful as colored beads) gleaming and simplein contrast to the usual glaring colors of other gemsand rareto find crystals so clearunusual, unaffected beautyadorning an equally pure …
BEAUTY
Beauty is in a smile from a friend, flashing white teethagainst dark skin,a friendly greeting, firm handshake and deep gaze. Beauty is in a girl’s face and black, sweet-smelling hair –Beauty is in the green trees and fruits and fields,a cooling wind blowing from the far mountainsand in a white stone in my hands. Beauty …
The beauty of Sauraha, Nepal
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THE FIREFLIES AND THE CHRISTMAS TREE
Two countries in the WorldA million miles apartNepal has fireflies in its treesEngland has Christmas trees and fairy lights. In hot Nepal the tiny fireflies move and flickerThey flash and dart and shimmerTheir colours red +yellow, blue + greenThey’re alive and float and glimmer. In England cold and darkThe Christmas lights are static though they …
THE DOGS LOOK DEAD
The dogs look deadBut they’re not.Beware where you treadFor they’re asleepDreaming so deep –Curled up on a sandy moundOr lying on some sunny ground.They’re not wildBut not petsThey’re just survivingAs dogs. Unloved.They try to keep warm,Assuming a dead form.They didn’t ask to be hereSo show them some care.Don’t give them a kickOr prod with a …