Beautiful and serene That’s what I used to call that place That’s where I used to pull up my thought’s train Watching its beauty and grace Watching pigeons feed Staring at the masterpiece temples I didn’t need earphones to accompany me Watching Indra Jatra and all I grew up in that place. While writing poems I used to fall short of words to describe it It was more than beautiful Sounds of bell and birds chirping They were music to my ears It represented the city, Kathmandu that held our culture tightly We were connected to it. Durbars and temples Big bell that used to ring every morning at 9 o’clock It was a place where I used to forget my troubles But now it all seems dull As its ashes lay down on the ground Some wounded, some turned into dust And some crying for rescue It breaks my heart as I watch it helplessly. Our cultures and heritages That stood there for ages Were taken away by an earthquake It took all that it could Bathing with blood of humans That nerve wrecking smell I can still smell it after 11 days And it gives me goose bumps. It left us grieving with memories Stealing our ornaments Leaving disaster and fear behind We never thought we’ll lose it Until we really did. But look at what we are left with right now A lesson that we should have preserved it A hope that we can build back what we lost A responsibility to maintain Nepal’s pride A courage to bounce back stronger than before And hands in hands to work for it. And show what we can do Together we can, and we will If we don’t do, who else will? I believe, it’ll stand again where it used to be And one day, with smile and pride in our face we’ll see Kathmandu Durbar Square back on its feet And we’ll once again be able to say Our heritage, our pride