You are concrete, rusty and red brown,
Dusty,
You infiltrate my senses.
You are stuck in the past,
History,
It refuses to let you move.
You are lush mounds of green,
Scenery,
Nature looms constantly.
You are breath,
Watery,
Life is coloured.
You are the survivor,
You are the continuation,
You are Kathmandu.
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