It’s messed up and funky

 

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.

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