A Midnight In Bangalore Poem by Abiee Josy

My friend...
I am proud to be in a country
where stands Mt. Everest.
Where my head is held high
when my dhaka topi rests.
I owe my country though let
me grow potatoes in sand.
I am proud to be in a country
where Mt. Everest stand.
... You never know I was born beneath
the sloppy mountains.
Nevertheless the snowy breeze
passes across the chest.
Let me play with white snow
let me dance above hailstones.
Let me challenge the dark monsoon
clouds to sing the folk songs.
Oh Christ, oh Buddha, oh my almighty rama.
Make me return to my own soil.. my own land
Where Mt. Everest stand.