Kumoan Retreat Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

Kumoan Retreat



(In the foothills of the Himalayas)

Manish, my host, says that many famous writers
Were born here in Nainital and Mussourie
Tabla's are telling of them from below in the town
There is singing and Hindu merriment
Ringing through these valleys.
Parvati's eye is indeed emerald green and shimmering
In the Himalayan afternoon
There is life everywhere
Manish has exchanged his black tie and coat
For a Nike jacket and joggers.
India changes.

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My old friend Chivas sits beside me on the table
He is of course regal and sparkling gold
And I am in awe of Jim Corbett's home town
India pulsates and buzzes
Even here in the lost hills
They are all celebrating
Even the tiny bird all green, blue and trusting
Sitting here on my table.
Just him and me
I think I will chat with him a while
About all things Himalayan.

GEOFFREY.

Sunday, October 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: traveling
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
19/10/14. An old friend of mine died today. In the past I wanted him to accompany me to Northern India.He never made it.Vale old friend you may get there now soon. May the winds of the Himalayas help you on your ride up the foothills.
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