The Naudanda Hills

Along the trail of Muktinath pilgrimage 
a simple old Nepali woman 
examines me for quite a while and tells me 
her son's gone to work in paradesh 
I can't be translated into her son 
figuring I'm here to sell hashish the old women 
puts on deferential airs and asks for a joint 
then she spends a long time lamenting: 
what else do we have to sell to tourists 
except for hashish and our bodies. 

Translations by Manjushree Thapa 

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