So far away is my sky
Oh, humanity.
I cannot see through this smoke.
Nuclear reactors
Take away my intellect
I no longer use my brain to create.
So close is your destruction,
I let you not bloom in your spring.
My healing lab,
Is my next earth.
I only produce in substitute.
What should I do?
Who will judge me?
I am an open blood sucking leech.
I have polluted the Himalaya
My plain land does not
Walk beneath my boot heels.
I crumble the grasses,
They take time to grow.
I don’t know why?
They were free
Before I was born
And stepped on this land.
I made the grasses captive
I must perish.

Sushant Thapa serves as an assistant editor to Himalaya Diary, an online publishing platform. He lives in Biratnagar, Nepal. He holds an M.A. in English from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. His fourth book entitled "Love's Cradle" was published by World Inkers Printing and Publishing New York, and Dakar, Senegal recently. Read other articles by Sushant.