Not You, Kathmandu


Kathmandu, you pulled my body seven years ago,

Delivered me headlong into your shattered facade.


I am confused each time I wake up inside you.

Are you a city or a magnet for lost souls?


I see the young ones dragging their brains

Out of you. Why can’t you stop them?


In this valley of Gods, why have the Gods

Abandoned you? Your mirrors are all broken.


You can’t see your own face in them.

Is that why you wear a different face everyday?


Kathmandu, modernity’s malformed child,

Whining and scratching at heaven's cold doorway,


I am confused each time I walk to meet you.

You have swallowed me, but I cannot be you.



Bibek Adhikari 

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-08-02 at 13:50

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Change is painful. This storied city steeped in philosophy and history has indeed become a “malformed child” spiritualism given way to the chaos or urban sprawl and iphones.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this, Bibek, but I don't understand the next-to-last stanza. Is Kathmandu itself "modernity's malformed child," or does it receive this person?