Trudge Up The Hills Of Nepal Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

The bus was passing through the gorges
on a hilly track in a cloud of dust
in the lee of the Nepal -Himalayas
and the rushingstreamdown the hills
was rolling the polished stones down.
The solar panels supply power
when the hills are bathing in the sun.
The steep vales hide in dark in the night.
But there are no boozers or the thieves to steal
and soare no losers of anythingin that terrain.
The police are away and the culprits
won't be handed over to them. They may be
hurled into the stream before they take to heals.
That fear in them rears no guts to break the laws.
Mt. Kailash is on the other side of the hills!