My Only Regret


It is such a lovely December morning,

It feels good to be alive and breathing.


Standing by the wayside tea shop,

In the warm sun, atop the high kerbstones,

I watch the world go on its own.


Beautiful girls of Kathmandu walk past me,

Without even noticing me—hurriedly moving

To the arms of their sailor princes,

To their laptops, their smartphones,

To beauty parlors, banquets, to their never-ending

Gossipmonger of friends.


The clock-tower is old, still the time is running fast,

Nobody knows this better than I do.


I’ve lived my life as if it has no end—

Being an earnest onlooker each morning.


My only regret is going to be this—

To leave these beauties of Kathmandu



I wish I could kiss them all,

All these girls hurrying to the arms

Of their awaiting lovers, kiss them goodbye

Before I leave this city alone on its own.


I wish I could give them long, lavish kisses,

Feel the taste of their warm, honeyed saliva,

Feel their bellies pressing against mine.


I have long forgotten the art of lighting

The fire of love with my pudgy hands.


This is going to be

My one and only regret.



Bibek Adhikari 

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-12-19 at 06:32

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done. I suspect that you'll remember the art of lighting fires in due time.