The Lost Root

Hem Guragai
Beldagai, Nepal

Slipped through my pocket hole
A tiny marble I thought.

I walked on with a warm blanket in hand
Alash! My country went rolling
And disappeared in a bottomless pit.

Bought it could be
Had it been a glass orb
But lost remained my root
And sold remained I.

Mute I watch
All alone in the wilderness
Life swallowed by the hungry beast.