Monsoon Bliss In Kathmandu Poem by Jabil Manandhar

In the month of July, on a fine day's grace,
I wanted a break from life's hassled race.
I made my way to Kathmandu Durbar Square,
Where history whispered the secrets from yesterday.
Soft raindrops fell, a gentle monsoon's call,
Breathing life into monuments, standing tall.
Each ancient pillar and sculpted face,
Turned alive, sparkled with the rain's trace.

The temples adorned, with incense's sweet scent,
Arousing senses in a mystic ascent.
In the heart of Kathmandu, the soul came alive,
Within the rain's dance, magic did arrive.
Through old streets I wandered, a timeless embrace,
In Ason Bazaar's colors, a vibrant display.
The oldest market, where stories disclose,
Where treasures and tales, for centuries, they've told.

In hues of tradition, the market did glow,
In every nook, a dreamer's cherished theme.
Silks and spices, and crafts so divine,
Each stall a story, a piece of life's design.
The monsoon's masterpiece, a melodic harmony,
In the heart of Kathmandu, a poetry emerged.
In Durbar Square's rain, and Ason's delight,
A moment of bliss, a memory so bright.

So, within soft rainfall and history's trip,
I found comfort in Kathmandu's warm grip.
A day to remember, forever it shall be,
A monsoon's blessing, setting my spirit free.