Poem
My head is Mount Everest
This is where the light begins
Rivers flowing from the mountains
Tarai fields are green and pearls are hanging
On this soil
As long as Nepal is a mother's blessing
You don't have to bow your head
You don't have to dance under anyone's direction
This is the history of Gorkhali
Selfishness is in the people here
Who are thinking only for themselves
But I will not forget my religion
This is the culture I have learned.
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मेरो शिर हो सगरमाथा
यहिबाट उज्यालो सुरु हुन्छ
हिमालबाट वगेका नदिले
तराईका फाँट हरीया हुन्छन् मोति झुल्छन्
यो माटोमा
नेपाल आमाको आर्शीवाद रहुन्जेल
शिर निहुराएर झुक्न पर्ने छैन
कसैको इसारामा नाच्न पर्ने छैन
इतिहास यहि हो गोर्खालीको
स्वार्थ त यहाँका मानीसहरुमा छ
जो आफ्नो लागी मात्र सोचिरहेका छन्
तर म मेरो धर्म भुल्ने छैन
मैले सिकेको संस्कार पनि यहि हो ।.........................
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