Melamchi: A Fairy Tale

Arun Budhathoki

In this water-hungry valley
Where an eagle brings down a Himalayan plane
Where a small girl begs for money with an appeal notice
Where roads are parched with extreme thirst
We dream of Melamchi, a rare disease we’ve been suffering.

There’s no fairy mother to transform our wretchedness
Into the sky-kissing metropolis,
There’s no clock to strike twelve
To announce the beginning of a prosperous age,
And no pumpkin to lead us toward Nirvana –
We dream of Melamchi, a rare disease we’ve been suffering.

I hear a big tunnel is built
Through the stiff hills,
Maybe one day, the sky too will stop weeping
When it sees Melamchi oozing in Kathmandu;
In this dehydrated city,
Where children are fatherless
And women sell their bodies
Where men beat their wives,
I am a prophet with no prophecies to make,
We dream of Melamchi, a rare disease we’ve been suffering.

Arun BudhakothiArun Budhathoki alias Daniel Song is writer of Edge, The Lost Boys of Kathmandu and Poems on Sikkim. His third poetry book is scheduled to be published in spring by Nirala Series, New Delhi. He's the founder of The Applicant, a Kathmandu-based online magazine. Follow him @arunbudhathoki
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  1. Reblogged this on Arun Budhathoki and commented:
    my old poem…

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