Roadless paths offer more direction than six lane highways
Soup with crushed bone is preferred over shahi panneer and lays
Fluffy predators are better friends than 'concerned' aunt's and nieces
Truly, the bare mountains have made me a cannibal with more peace than a business tycoon in Mumbai
Bleeding noses every night, cracked lips every morning
Shorter days, colder hours
Freezing nights, worse showers
Taller stairs, shorter breaths
Longer pains in the lungs and legs
The dogs eat their pups in winters while the locals rarely bathe
My shoes stolen outside the monastery and no claim
Yet every chance I have, I will hop onto the road which will take me back through the bare mountains
And gray rivers to where home is present
I wasn't born there, probably won't even live there.
But I've heard stories, and dream to stay here.
