On a dusty mountain path

On a dusty mountain path

the sound of revving motorbikes

breaks the river's flow

scarring forever these mountains

that have no where else to go.

I feel for them these rocky spires

that for so long have held heads high,

but now are being trampled daily,

by the immutable undertow

of swarms of people from below,

On this path where lovers meet

looking to find a way to repeat

the ancient dance of courtship

now so sadly banned by whip,

I see a certain sadness, replete

with desire:doomed, incomplete.

Young women full of life

covered in garb they do not like,

attempt with certain ingenuity

to reveal, even if slightly, their skin and hair

those proud qualities of every girl.

Young men with gelled heads held high

unaware of betraying a hidden sigh

exposed through the opening

of their dark and yearning eye.

The vendors and cafes try

to make a living

from this collective cry,

of a youth that wants,

nothing short of the sky,

But has to content itself

with a walk up a dusty path,

that turns around and comes back.

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