Wailing Nepal Valley Poem by SHAILESH KUMAR MISHRA

‘The Nepal valley' is doomed with death,
Now shake the walls of immovable faith;
Numberless innocent lives quietly cease,
When the raged nature shows its wrath.

They, however, talk of our skills and ploy,
We are not more than ‘the odd clay-toy';
Our lives are simple subjects to destiny,
It depends on the nature's fury and joy.

Our marvelous creations may turn futile,
Even the strongest one gets damn fragile;
Our dream homes soon turn to be dust,
The fort-like buildings collapse in a while.

When the nature braves the human lope,
We usually find it a bit difficult to cope;
But let the nature test our human-power,
It'll be amazed by our struggle and hope.