How such an inextricably fair lady committed an unfair crime…
I’ve read in history–
When it comes to fight
For the nation and nationality,
The one who comes first is Nepali
With their heads held high.
Does death ever die?
I have seen a raccoon while driving
On my way dead on the road,
With its intestines splattered all around its skin
And looking infested.
समय बित्त्दै गयो- उमेर बढ्दै गयो
मलाई कसैले इख लिन सिकायो
“ईख नलिने मान्छे काम लाग्दैन-
Like a mythical dragon does- it turns you into ashes as soon as it touches you;
He would be stronger than Dadhichi’s bone– it splits you into pieces as soon as it strikes you.
I know this will also leave me one day
And flow in the rhythm of Bagamati river.