In Nepal

What better words than to...

Than to in Nepal. 

Upon a prose I compose, 

In Nepal.

On a green pad of tea leaf,

With quill of bamboo.

What better winds...

Winds to wash my sins,

Than in Nepal,

On the road to Katmandu.

Sulking the woos of you away,

While stoking my stove-pipe

And upon a peacock's tail,

A shadow of you I pass.

With words of ivory,

Whispering off key,

On the road to Katmandu.

Or was it, Kilimanjaro?

Caressed in dreams of opium.