From the Nyatapole to the Swayambhu dome,
Koteshowr to Kalanki
It’s messed up and funky
Grimy and Spiky.
Temples have disappeared
Into this unkemptness of sprawl
Sea of vehicles and a mob of defunct souls
Eating up my city like maggots they crawl
Prayer sticks and emitted smoke
Disguises the nasty garbage dune
Over Populated and mobbed
This big dusty shit hole I call home.