Condition Poem by Matrika Pokharel

I am ready
To follow them
But they must have eyes
I am really ready
To follow them
They must have
Strong legs
Ready to climb the peak
For years I have been searching
I glowing eyes
And strong legs
Yes, I rejected
To follow the blind
And I did rejected
To select lams for the race
Many times I have written note foe descent
This time, I have come with this poem
Ready I am
To follow them a path thorny
Only if they are
Determined for a long journey.


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