little kathmandu
on my way to kathmandu.
through this glass, the world’s not blue.
visions play, wonder declares;
a man gets judged by what he wears,
but in his heart, actions and words
is where you find the truest chords
of his being, so judge less.
if we’re all different, who’s ‘the rest’?
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.