Nepal
Nepal, I know little of this country nestling
Among colossal mountains
It used to be a kingdom, but the king was so
Autocratic, he lost the job.
Later on, I have this from memory, one of the princes
Shot the royal family as they were sitting down for tea.
This didn`t help him to become a king,
He is a monk now and gets fed by the poor.
Nepal is also a place where Pakistan and India sometimes
Shot at each other when not freezing to death
At high altitude in summer uniforms
A recent earthquake brought Nepal to the news for a day
They have been promised help to rebuild Kathmandu
As usual in such cases, the money gets syphoned off and little
Reach the people of Nepal.
To whom it may concern, Nepal is also the birthplace of Buddhism.
Media is not a just
Mass media is most
As to my guess
Social media is first
Nepal to tell the best
-Dharga Nagar Safa
Nepal
Nepal I know little of this country, nestling
Among colossal mountains
It used to be a kingdom, but the king was so
Autocratic that he lost the job.
Later on, I have this from memory, one of the princes
Shot the royal family as they were sitting down for tea.
This didn`t help him to become a king,
I think he is a monk now and is fed by the poor.
Nepal is also a place where Pakistan and India sometimes
Shot at each other when not freezing to death
At high altitudes in summer uniforms
A recent earthquake brought Nepal to the news for a day
They have been promised help to rebuild Kathmandu
As usual in such cases, the money gets siphoned off and
little
Reach the people of Nepal.
To whom who cares, Nepal is also the birthplace of Buddhism.
I only love to love you, oh my heart,
From the very start, it's been this way,
With each beat, I feel the spark,
And I know my love is here to stay.
Your smile, your touch, your gentle voice,
Are the reasons I wake up every day,
My heart sings, I have no choice,
For your love is the only way.
I only love to love you, in every way,
With each breath, I feel complete,
You are my light, my guiding ray,
My soulmate, my heart's retreat.
In this world of chaos and strife,
Your love is my only anchor and guide,
With you, I face each day of life,
For in your arms, I forever abide.
The body lies still, no breath to take,
A loved one's gone, a heart does break,
But where does the essence of the soul go,
Beyond this life, do we truly know?
Do we grieve for the body, now at rest,
Or for the spirit, forever blessed,
Released from the bounds of earthly pain,
Free to roam, to love again?
If we could see beyond this veil,
Our ignorance and fears would pale,
For death would be a mere transition,
And life an endless expedition.
What new scripts would we then weave,
If we embraced death, and did not grieve,
Knowing that our loved ones live on,
And that our time with them was never gone.
So let us mourn, but let us also see,
The beauty in life's mystery,
And know that though we must say goodbye,
Our love will live on, never to die.
I measure out the flour and yeast,
And knead the dough until it's creased,
I add some sugar, salt, and butter,
And let the mixture rest to flutter.
The oven preheats, my hands are set,
I shape the dough with no regret,
Into a loaf, a roll, or bun,
My expert hands get the job done.
The aroma fills the room with bliss,
And soon the bread will feel the kiss,
Of heat that transforms dough to gold,
A feast for all, both young and old.
The art of baking, like poetry,
Requires precision, creativity,
A skill that's honed with every bake,
And each success, another notch to make.
So come and taste my expert bread,
The fruits of my labor, my heart and head,
And let this lesson be well learned,
In every craft, expertise is earned.
Amidst the woods, the rustling leaves,
The soothing sound, a soul receives,
Inhale the scents of nature's bloom,
A healing balm that lifts the gloom,
Nature's beauty, a sight to see,
It fills the heart with harmony,
With each step taken on the sod,
A peaceful calm, it brings to God.
The waves that crash upon the shore,
A symphony that I adore,
The salty breeze upon my face,
A kiss of nature's sweet embrace,
The seagulls soaring up above,
A perfect scene of peace and love,
With each wave that ebbs and flows,
A tranquil heart within me glows.
The mountains standing tall and proud,
Their rugged beauty calling loud,
The echoing songs of the birds,
A joyful sound that needs no words,
The mountain air so crisp and clean,
A wonderland of nature's dream,
In every mountain, valley, and glen,
A pure and simple joy within.
Pay attention to the complete charge,
the complete charge is the most extra impute of all.
Criminal, complete charge.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the complete charge,
Gently it goes - the unscheduled, the duplicate, the surplus.
I saw the the brown containerful of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the brown bottle.
Now chromatic is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the brown bottle is colored.
Why would you think the continuous change is little?
the continuous change is the most big action of all.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the continuous change,
Gently it goes - the deep, the massive, the monolithic.
I saw the the unshelled seedpod of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the peanut.
Does the peanut make you shiver?
does it?
I saw the the lemon edulcorate of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the sugar.
Does the sugar make you shiver?
does it?
When I think of the sweetness, I see delicate words.
Now old is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the sweetness is unhealthy.
A lamb, however hard it tries,
Will always be zany.
A lamb is cockamamy. a lamb is buffoonish,
a lamb is unreasonable, however.
An apiculture, however hard it tries,
Will always be american.
Does the apiculture make you shiver?
does it?
Let me survive
To fulfill my dream
Without presence of
Violence and torture
Let me live my life
Without presence of
Fear
I have done no mistake
Give me freedom to survive......
If I were you
I will understand your feelings
and support you
If I were you
I will make you happy
and keep loving you
I were you
I won't leave you
and love you forever...
Asphyxiated and found dead
Raped and found dead
Unsure what happened, and found dead
Nepali women found dead
Snake bitten and found dead
Eaten by tigers and found dead
Left in a small dark menstrual hut
And found dead
Nepali women found dead
Shunned and labelled unclean
Ostracized for the wonderful way
God has insured they can have babies
Asphyxiated, raped, snaked, and frozen
And found dead. Someone is not right in the head.
These huts should be torn up and spit out.
Please, people, permanently get these women out!
I feel us in Nepal, under a Blue Moon ...
We snuck up to the very top step, while
Monkey's in their sacred place tried to
steal our shoes ...
And that would be my fault, I insisted we
bare our feet, to the stones, the feel, the earth
beneath, as our breath worked hard to stay still ..
while keeping up.
And It is true, I was right, all the thoughts I carried
through all those long lonely days, the wind it carried
it for me, and brought it back to me that day.
Nepal Dreaming, on such a windy Day ...
Nepal
Nepal I know little of this country nestling
Among colossal mountains
It used to be a kingdom, but the king was so
Autocratic that he lost the job.
Later on, I have this from memory, one of the princes
Shot the royal family as they were sitting down for tea.
This didn`t help him to become a king,
I think he is a monk now and get fed by the poor.
Nepal is also a place where Pakistan and India sometimes
Shot at each other when not freezing to death
At high altitude in summer uniforms
A recent earthquake brought Nepal to the news for a day
They have been promised help to rebuild Kathmandu
As usual in such cases, the money gets syphoned off and little
Reach the people of Nepal.
To whom who cares Nepal is also the birthplace of Buddhism.
Orange juice, beans, black pudding and coffee is my breakfast!
Lunch and dinner and comfort sofa is my zone area!
Everything needs to be perfect, I don't mind to spend more than I expect!
I have a shelter, spring bed and carpet floor!
Need to make sure it's enough to be comfortable!
Devastated Nepal looking for appeal!
No food, no shelter and no water!
No choice, just raising hands to others.....!
Shouting, shouting and shouting........
Is there anyone out there?
They are looking and we are just watching!
Starving, starving and starving.....!
Your price of a breakfast one item
They can get breakfast lunch and dinner.
Your shelter is their sky...
Your spring bed is their open field,
Your carpet floor is their grass!!
Tell me now who are we?
It's time to show the world who we are!!
Lets raise our hands for Nepal.
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