The Gold Liquid Hunter And In Nepal

Coming from two different worlds, we were so different, but a warm cup of milk honey tea made us friend for life.

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I came on a four-welled black horse,

He came making effort for four-hours walk

on a dusty late-summer road.

He was a honey-hunter climbing up high

in the trees and a fisherman in the ground.

I was having high boots to protect

myself from bugs and snakes;

He run barefoot in a remote village set

in a Nepali jangle from sunrise to sunset.

I was having all metal gear 

to climb this three adorned

with giant honey bee combs;

He had only two baskets full of hope

to switch on and a single rope. 

He was poor, but he shared 

with his village tribe

the abundance of joy and delight.

I was a foreigner, who studied the hunt

of the liquid gold in Nepal.

Two different worlds collided and made one

over a cup of honey milk tea at midnight.

By Petrouchka Alexieva

From: United States