Poem : Face of the city

~Kim Aryal~

My capital city Kathmandu breathes endlessly
Thousands of people are living life carelessly
I would like to get myself out of this city
I think living here will be a pity

I’m used to breathe clean village air
In this city they ain’t have fresh air
Inhaling the dust will definitely make me sick
Why the heck that chimney smoking so thick?

Two, Three decade back the city was cool
Now the city seems for the fools
Once the city was called the Beautiful City of God
Changing face of the city is not good for us

November 16, 2008

(Source : MySansar Dot Com)

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