My Nepal, My pride

It was a Sunday.
But wasn’t a sunny day.
I was marching towards my hills.
My peaks and my greenery.
It’s my country.
My Nepal, My pride.

Whistling, the wind welcomed me.
The Dalbergia, the Pine bowed low at me.
Releasing its fragrance, the Rhododendron said hello.
The peak smiled at me.
It’s my country.
My Nepal, my pride.

There were many queries to be asked.
There were many answers to be given.
Suddenly, a deep silence amongst the nature.
I was startled.
Why?
Was my first query.

Deep, deeper and deepest silence.
And at once there was a chorus.
We are destroyed, we are being destroyed.
Save us.
Will you compensate us?Was their first query.

Nothing more to question, nothing to answer.
There was determination, there was compensation, I have to pay.
Quickly I marched backward.
For my determination, their happiness, their appeal.
To the crowd, to where I belong.
My Nepal, my pride.

By: Raj Basyal