Find us on Facebook

Login Form

When Sitting With Nepalese


when_march2011 

When sitting with some Nepalese,

I wander back in time

To my old village in Nepal

Where I did once abide.

Sindhuli Madhi was its name,

A Himalayan site:

With Annapurna on the left,

And Everest on the right.

Thatched roof adorned my village hut,

While cow dung formed the floor,

And sticks and wattle were its walls.

No sense to lock the door.

My lanterns fed with kerosene

Provided reading light;

And I had water from our stream

To bathe in every night.

The milk of water buffalo

To froth my tea each morn;

Good chai from tea stalls down below

And by my bearer borne.

Sir Adhikari was his name

Just eighteen years of age,

A Hindu Brahmin, he became

My guide and cook and sage.

He cooked me rice and lentil soup,

Spiced vegetables a treat;

The fish he found in our bazaar

Were barely fit to eat.

Our hardships, though, were small indeed

Compared to village ways;

The men were yoked to ox and plow

The same as ancient days.

When looking out our window gap,

One cloudy afternoon,

We saw a body borne aloft

Before the great monsoon.

The mourning family bore the corpse

And placed it on a pyre,

Beside the rushing river shore,

And set their son on fire.

We watched the smoke ascend like shrouds

We watched the Hindu priest,

We watched the billows reach the clouds

And with them the deceased.

These memories oft return to me,

Both pleasant and profound,

When I sit down with Nepalese

On this my native ground.

By Mark Sconce

Former Proud Member of the Peace Corps

primi sui motori con e-max

Add comment

Security code
Refresh

  March 2015 Please select one: Online format Only articles (respond to any article here) Magazine style format Articles
Editor’s Page By Alejandro Grattan-Dominguez For more editorials, visit: http://thedarksideofthedream.com A Wonderful Writer Once In Our Midst Part
Ellis Townsend —A Lakeside Literary Treasure By Shep Lenchek  (Written in 1997, republished by request) (Part of a series about those who have
Diapers By Diana Rowland   Yesterday I had reason to discover a new section of Walmart – a place I had never in my life had reason to explore
Imprints By Antonio Ramblés antonio.rambles@yahoo.com Rivera’s Roots Diego Rivera was a prominent Mexican painter whose large scale wall frescos

Our Issues

February 2014

july2011-ojo

January 2014

july2011-ojo

December 2014

july2011-ojo

November 2014

july2011-ojo

October 2014

july2011-ojo

September 2014

july2011-ojo

August 2014

july2011-ojo

 

More....