२७.१२°C काठमाडौं
A destiny to drift
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Never thought
One day by squeezing his own blood
To be filled in – letters in passport
And, glasses full of tears will have to shake their heads
Never thought
The inheritance of the ancestors will have to be put in a corner
Queue at the airport
You will have to wave like the flag of the country, the hand of farewell
and, you will have to leave everything and the borders of the country
Who knows?
Is that water flowing in the fountain at the door of the airport or Bhanjyang's tears?
Suseli who came from somewhere, is she happy or sad?
Why are the flowers like the neighboring villages withered?
is stuck on every face--drought
is sitting on one face--sadness
listening,
A traitor's ugly voice may be heard
But who can tell?
The chanter of Buddha's sacred mantra has chanted from the heart
The one who shows the height of Mount Everest
has felt it from the heart
Leaving a 6-month-old child like a flower
To buy the future of that child
In the heart of a mother walking with breast pain
flowers grow or thorns?
Sir, did the planters plant flowers or thorns on the road? In response to
There are the bloody feet of that mother
And there are rivers of blood flowing from the feet
Rivers don't just flow in the river
It can flow - Kanchan auto of the mountains
It can flow - Nagbeli path of the mountain
It can flow - Terai Clay soil
What is the country?
Those who sit on top of the mountain stop
, this landslide series
As I am standing at the airport with my heart squeezed, I
May the country not be found in this row that will flow one day.
प्रकाशित : असार १५, २०८१ ०८:२५
