"Don't panic," they said,
remain cool like your Krishna,
meditate maybe like Buddha,
uttering ‘Om Mani Padme,' jewel in the lotus,
...
Wind howled
like the trumpet of a fierce Kali
...
On the great Tibetan
salt route they meet me again
old forsaken friends...
...
Cruel river
knows each time
I come to brood
over her roaring waters
...
From the shoulder of a hill
from a garden restaurant where
exhausted tourists lie, massaging
hysteric limbs of a nightmare,
...
The turquoise lake
that longs to belong to the ocean
trapped to see
dazzling face of the Everest.
...
A hope
that someday I shall sprout
like a tree
on the edge of a remote hillside.
...
On the way to Helambu
tall columns
of the killing kilns
of Bhaktapur
...
Dark night
I cannot see the river.
I can only
hear it thundering rumble.
...