O Kathmandu,

When the last of the narrow chowk
is turned into an apartment block,
will the window of your high rise,
still,
promise a glimpse of the mountains?

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3 Responses to O Kathmandu,

  1. abichica says:

    i read a book called ” the godfather of kathmandu”.. it opened my eyes to a whole new world i never knew about… your post just reminds me so much about it.. :-)

  2. Pingback: If only the perfect bird sang, the forest will be a lonely place | Images and Words

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