A ghazal. 



Often I breathe more dust than air in Kathmandu,

I am a swallow struggling in a snare in Kathmandu.


The streets are flooded with people, all strangers

To me, my life’s only barren and bare in Kathmandu.


Evil meets evil in every nook and cranny, damn!

I have learned to curse and swear in Kathmandu.


The hunger of the huddled huts by the Bagmati river

Moans mutely, we all stand and stare in Kathmandu.


The dark, toxic blood of this city runs through my veins,

I am perishing, send me a prayer in Kathmandu.


Sometimes I ask why I still live in this dank city,

Am I a lunatic for buying a house here in Kathmandu?


Life slithers like sewage-filled rivers of the valley,

Bibek, will your ghazal get you anywhere in Kathmandu?

Bibek Adhikari  

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-04-06 at 13:48

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done! The answer to your final question: probably not.

Loving the Ghazal format, you work it well. I have fond memories from my two visits to Kathmandu in 1975 then again in 1984.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Fantastic descriptions that took me there in heart and soul. Love the ghazal style for this. One of my favorites!

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Bibek you’ve taken me there both in a geographic as well as a dramatic sense with this poem. Your attention to ghazal format works wonderfully in this and adds a sense of exotic. Great work!