This hamlet tucked in Himalayan foothills
Has been captured on miles of celluloid
Themed in many picture postcards
Patronized by tourist tribes.
Spreading to the horizon during summer
Natures’ notoriety is seen
Finery and richness of plant kingdom
For centuries an opulence pristine.
Houses with roofs' of clay shingles
Lie helter-skelter yet neighbourly
Betimes where goats resignedly drag
Cheeky tots glued to swollen teats.
A rushing river winds its course
Through this haven to an estuary
Confluence at that distant nadir
Merges raciness with serenity.
Winter brings freezing rigor mortis
Movement lies moribund in sheeted ice
Thawing spring resurrects the serpent
Stillness meanders liberated to glide.
Spiralling leaves from trees on the banks
Caught helpless by the swift current
Are plunged in merry-go-round eddies
Riding giddily on funnelling circles.
Fish break the surface in silvery arcs
Seeking gourmet delights
Dragonflies dodging obscene mouths
Hyperventilate on sheltering reeds.
Strolling through ranks of droopy poppies
Intoxicated with heady jasmine
Contemplate on life I’ve lived here
Age liberated could be forever.
Eternity where souls must gather
If over occupied by the time I arrive
Foregoing august company I’d hasten back
To this unsullied corner of paradise.