Tears Of Nepal Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Tears Of Nepal



Nepal at times can remind me of the fusion of an era of horse and buggy and daguerrotypes and the modern,
But here there was no grandiloquence or pageantry of a king's coronation,
Only grimy and grotesque death, even Sherpa's sure steps faltered,
When the earth rumbled and the quake transformed this civilization into a city of tents.

The mountains tremble at the height of the world at Everest,
And below there are tears that stain Kathmandu-
Tears of Nepal and tears of the world flow like one
of the avalanches that trembles like a needle under its unbearable weight, and falls upon the tents of Sagarmatha,
bringing the bad tidings of a death angel.

I read where in just one area shops had to close, hospitals overflowed with pain,
and at the Pashupatinath Temple there were ongoing cremations;
Durbar Square in the Old City was badly damaged,
and the 200 step Dharahara Tower in Kathmandu reduced to a stump.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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