Going Home


Every October I get out of Kathmandu,

Descending the winding Prithivi Highway

Clad in pallid clouds.


The parijat blossoms fall on the road

In eurythmic dance movements.


All the while I think of you,  

And how you once tossed me out

Cold and helpless on the frostbitten road

Like the flowers that lay along the wayside.

Bibek Adhikari  

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-10-20 at 16:39

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
There's an attractive gentleness to the way you present the images of this poem. Or maybe I should say that the diction and cadence seem wonderfully matched. I like it a lot.