Soliloquy

The young of Nepal live in crowded streets
while moving their hips to Beyonce’s beats.
They wear their lion-sized hearts on their sleeves
and protect the tinges on rhododendron leaves
which curl upwards and give them new life
untangling sheepishly like a khukri knife.

The young of Nepal walk among bushes and trees
and get carried away by Fewa’s addictive breeze.
They act and live like there’s no tomorrow
and pretend like their life has seen no sorrow.
The dal bhaat of their ancestors remains uneaten
while fried buff momos do their palates sweeten.

The young of Nepal love without any regret
and spend themselves until their desires are met.
They’re never seen worrying about the days of yore-
That’s partly because they’ve not seen them before.
In some ways, the young of Nepal differ from the old
by chasing dreams which in the past they have sold.