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