Bagawath Bhandari
In the garden of power, you bloom so rare,
Like the Kadupul flower, beyond compare.
In the ocean of life, you dive so deep,
Deeper than where the secrets sleep.
You stand taller than the Eiffel Tower,
Bestowing grace like a summer shower.
Your thoughts stretch farther than the Nile,
Wandering woods with a timeless style.
The Colosseum cannot shine so bright
As your soul’s eternal fight.
You’re an ornament like the Taj Mahal,
With autumn’s grace, serene and tall.
A diamond, known as a priceless gem,
Still can’t rival your diadem.
An elixir from the saints’ own prayers
Dwells in each of your silent tears.
The Great Wall rises in northern lands,
Yet cannot match what your worth commands.
The nightingale may sing in tune,
But fails to praise your gifts full-blown.
The galaxies sparkle across the sky,
But your star-filled eyes outshine them high.
You’re the unsung hero, strong in name—
Inscribed: KRIBA, engraved in flame.
