My Eternal Say Poem by RUP POKHAREL

I am from a rich land
I am rich. Have no reach either-
Man from blessed land. I feel myself great.
Nature has her treasury stored,
“Last Paradise on earth” all say.
Fragrance from the colored hills,
Breeze carrying aroma from valleys harvest
Has made my land cloud nine
Rare lakes and ample rivers-
Oh! Speaks in my land,
Sing songs calling unity in diversity.
Sad to hark back to- peaks are lost
Glacier caries their mourning tears
Thank God. Rivers are still ours.
Having born on rich land
Have still live pride within
Of course, legs are at far
Searching a track to reach and share kisses
Have cared for will to make parade of my obligation.
I do have just a wish
To add a building brick over cracked roads
I do have just a wish
I am born and own my little space there
To use it make my graveyard
For my progeny may have pride whereupon,
Could trace a reminiscence
Of once hard lived time.