Hey Mata

Seti Gandaki
unfurls in rage like a white sari
draping over rapids
wrapping around boulders
covering shame
and
mourning the loss of innocence
only to be
left with nakedness

raped and pillaged
sari
is drenched in blood

Dudh Kosi
gently flows like mother's milk
nourishing the matri bhumi
suckling all creatures within
hoping for greatness
yet
lamenting the loss of children
only to be
left with emptiness

unwanted and unappreciated
milk
has turned bloody

Good things come in packages of three

Tribeni

Budhi Gandaki moves in her own old ways
disregarding the consequences.
Kali Gandaki flows here and there
cutting the banks of foreign soil.
Seti Gandaki roars in rage
skipping over rapids, embankments,
bursting dams open bloody Red,
Causing
Tribeni to be a whirlpool.

Trishul

the Left blade
believes power comes from its sharpness
the Right
thinks otherwise
the Middle blade is stuck in between,
Trembling
Lord of the Beasts cannot control the Trishul.

Triangle

Point A strives to be a horizontal
where equality rules
Point C prefers to be vertical
maintaining the status quo
Point B is at loss
without A and B,
Making
them mere dots in space.