A sudden fear quakes in flesh on a market bench
In deep mountains wet with soft rain and beauty
Amid lovely red flowers and tea-fragrant slopes 
And boys in red recluse in lonely monasteries.

Fear is  like it was a year ago, when the world
Tumbled in the hills and its houses turned dust
With their men, their flesh a piece of brown mud.
Fear turns you mud, a coward's flight from beauty.

(Experiencing an earthquake in Gangtok on 18/09/2012. A similar one struck Sikkim exactly a year ago  causing untold damage to life and property )

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