A terrible beauty
You told me about the squat toilets
You told me about getting the shits and not to drink the water
You told me about the dirt and the back breaking roads.
You told me about the poor food
You told me about the smog and to wear a mask when in the city but
You didn’t tell me about the heart-aching beauty
You didn’t tell me about the sunset turning the mountains pink
You didn’t tell about the green, the green terraces like a geometric jigsaw
You didn’t tell me about the eagles soaring, wing-tips spread as they search for prey.
You didn’t tell me about the groups of Nepali women like a flock of crimson flamingos
No you didn’t tell me it all….