If blood were white, If would not replace thirst of water, Body would be protected by sword, Time would become victim of game, People would claim for power of fame.
If blood were back, Tyranny would rule forever; Humanity wouldn’t be respected ever Sun light would be absent; stars would be admin, Where knowledge would be betrayed and Superficiality would be supreme.
If blood were cold, There wouldn’t be sense of superiority, Fraternity wouldn’t last eternity, There would be neither poverty nor riches, Where men would no-longer nor riches, Where men would no-longer behave like leaches.
If blood were brown, Mind would be barren, Diamond would be iron, And silver would be gold. Where conflict would become prosperity, Which would make do-or-die as life philosophy.
If blood were purple, There would be no gain without pain, No sweets without sweat, Where people wouldn’t miss love kind and peace, And desires would surrender the physical existence.
If blood were blue, World would be global, Knowledge would be noble, Where no human but god, And scissors wouldn’t separate this world,
If blood were green, There would be sense of unity, And eyes work as mind, Where religion would be fiction, And feelings would be refined.
If blood were yellow, There would be love eternal love, Sympathy and empathy would be shared, And nothing else above, But love-eternal love among creatures.
But blood is red and hot, And mind is sharp, People have creativity although they are harpy Where voices have become music of revolt And heart is shadowed and intermingled.
Behold! In the western horizon A ‘New sun’ is rising; With a ‘New Light’, New Heat A ‘New Day ‘is initiating.
Beware! Black clouds, Don’t dare to cover Our ‘New Sun’. Don’t dare to hatch the conspiracy, Futile and fruitless, You never can hatch a chicken By brooding the pebbles!
You must have known Every hour has sixty minutes, Now, the Time at hand All the black coulds, Shadowing our earth, Messing in the labyrinth of darkness Must fall. To blossom a flower Clouds must fall, Their fall is our victory!
A wake the slumbering men, Come out of the caves; Now, the time comes To spit in their face By looking in the mirror of their face Our faceless face, When they will be confined, In the clear well of justice.
Behold! In the western horizon The New Sun is rising With a new ray of Hope A ‘New Era’ is initiating.
Written by Tenzin Dolma Lama (Modan Bhandari Memorial College, Ratopool, Kathmandu Nepal) BBS, Third Year
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
Finally I’ve found someone, With whom I can share everything- All my thoughts, joys, and sorrows. Leaving, all my past behind, I’m here to be with you.
I’ve finally found someone, Who really cares me? I feel like being in the high mountain, And feel like flying in the sky.
I used to think I was alone- Alone in the world, But now I’ve found someone, Who really loves me; Who really supports me.
I’ve finally found someone, Who never leaves me from drawn to dusk.
I’ve finally found you, I keep on thinking about you, Finally I am here only to be with you.
बुद्ध त इतिहास भईसकेछ । आदर्श मात्र बाँकि रहेछ । व्यवहारमा भने होइन रहेछ । दर्शन मात्र हुन पुगेछ । यथार्थता देखि टाढा भागेछ ।
गह्रा गह्रामा जब हली दाइ लौरो लगाउछन् शान्ति गोरूलाई आलहरूमा अशान्तिको बिऊ छर्न । शरदको बिहानमा हस्याङ फस्याङ गर्दै भदगाउँले दाइ खर्पन बोकि कुम दुखाउछन् अशान्ति सब्जि बेच्न् । बसन्तको आगमन सँगै खैरा साहेबको पछि शेर्पा दाइ नयाँ किर्तीमानको लागि हिमाल चढ्छन् अशान्तिको बिगुल फुक्न ।
मलाई किन किन यस्तै लाग्छ । जहाँ तहि अशान्ति नै पाउँछु । दिनानुदिन, अशान्ति छरिएकै छ । अशान्ति बेचिएकै छ । नाबालक रूदा अशान्ति देख्छु । बृद्द खोक्दा भयभित हुन्छु ।
प्रत्येक असारको दबदबे हिलोमा यसरी अशान्तिको रोपाई गर्दा प्रत्येक असोजको खुला मौसममा अराजकताको फसल उब्जने पो हो कि, डर लाग्छ ।
प्रत्येक अशान्ति खर्पनको दुखाईले बजार भरीभराउ हुदा प्रत्येक घरको स्थिरतामा अस्थिरताको त्रास बढ्ने पो हो कि, डर लाग्छ ।
प्रत्येक किर्तीमानको लालचले उकालो लाग्दा तापले हिमाल पखालिएर अस्थिपञ्जर हुने पो हो कि, डर लाग्छ ।
किन किन यस्तै शंखा हुन्छ । प्रत्येक शान्तिमा अशान्तिले धावा बोलेझै लाग्छ ।
ShumKamana Mero Chha Timilai Timro Har Kadam Aghi Badirahane Etchha Ra Chaha Mero Yo Eak Swatchha Dilko Prathana - YasPali Ko Dashain Khusi Saath Manaune Sanskriti Ko Jagerna Gardai Bhai Bhai Ma Kadh Milaune Hoste Ma Haise Garaune Shanti Ko Madhur Muskan Lyaune Bishwa Majh Shir Thado Pardai Garwa Saath Himchuli Ko Desh Ko Pahichhan Dilaune ShuvKamana Yahi Chha Meri Timilai Maya Nai MayaKo Sansar Basaune.
It’s been a long time since my granny went far Our love for each other is separated by a bar I wish to have my granny back I want her love for me back.
I understand my granny’s love for me But my love for her only god can see I can easily see the love for me in her eyes But it’s been long since I saw a smile on her lips.
I wished to be with her for a long time But she didn’t wish to be granny of mine If she had thought I was her baby She wouldn’t have been far from me.
But if she hadn’t thought I was her baby Why did she for me as granny cares for her Baby? I don’t know what she is doing But I know she is loving and caring.
Though she thinks she is my granny I’ll always have her in my heart as my granny Either she’ll love me or not I’ll be always loving and caring for her.
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