Dying Nationality!!!

Hey! Nepali, how much would you foster to thee biting Dongs?

In hope of new monk, Spends alms to old one.

Why would you wasting Milk to raise the serpent?

Will came same ear torn, how much alms wasted?

To empty stomach, always assurance filled.

Melting silver, guarantee to craft the Gold.

601 insects borrowed, the barrow house,

Without removing insect, how you blocked the holes.

In-between the doubt, un-conciliation and doom souls,

How en-kindle for dying Nationality.

Hey! Nepali, How much would you foster to thee biting dog?

Why would you wasting Milk to raise the serpent?

- Janak Tamang (Moktan)