Blog by Mahi Korav | Digital Diary

Legend of the northland  Away, away in the northland, Where the hours of the day are few, And the nights are so long in winter  That they cannot sleep them through; Where they harness the Swift reindeer To the sledges, when it snows;  And the children look like bear's cubs In their funny, furry clothes: They tell them a curious story - I don't believe'tis true; And yet you may learn a lesson  Once, when the good saint peter  And walked about it, preaching Lived in the world below, Just as he did, you know, Hello came to the door of a cottage, In travelling round the earth,

The lsle  lake of lnnisfree  I will arise and go now, and go to innisfree. And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean - rows will I have there, of hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the bee- loud glade And I shall have some peace there, for the comes dropping slow Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;  There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evenings full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, always night and day  I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I started on the roadways, or on the pavement grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

                    Wind  Wind, come softly. Don't break the shuttrs of the windows. Don't scatter the papers. Don't throw down the books on the shelf. There, look what you did-you threw them all dowe. You tore the pages of the books. You brought rain again. You're very clever at poking fun at weaklings. Frail crumbling houses, crumbling doors, crumbling rafters, Crumbling wood, crumbling bodies, crumbling lives, crumbling heart - The wind god windows and crushes them all. He won't you tell him. So, come, let's build strong homes. Let's joint the doors firmly. Practice to firm the firmly. Make the heart steadfast. Do this, and the wind will be friends with us. The wind blows out weak fires. He makes strong fires roar and flourish. His friendship is good. We praise him every day.

I gat a cheap room in the centre of town and sleep for hours.the next morning with Mr shah's son and nephew , I visit the two tempals in k kathmandu that are most sacred to hindus and buddhisis. Art pashupatinath [outside whiich a sing proclaims' Entrance for the hindus only]

the road not taken robert  frost                                                              two roads diverged in a yellow wood                                                                and sorry i could not travel both                                                               and looked dowan one as far as i couid                                                                to where it bent in the undergrowth                                                                then took the other, just as fair,                                                                and having perhaps the better claim,                                                               Because it was grassy and wanted wear;                                                                 though as for that the passing there                                                                  had worn them really about the same.