Dharanidhar Adhikari
In a universe where light dances with love, a beacon burns with a truth untold,
A lighthouse in the tempest’s hold, steering ships with stories bold.
This beacon, a world within a word, whispers of realms unseen, unheard,
A tale of endurance, soft and kind, a testament to the strongest bond.
This treasure, no gold can match, no riches can tether, no wealth can latch,
For its essence weaves through the fabric of time, a melody in life’s grand rhyme.
She is the ocean in a desert dry, a constellation in the midnight sky,
A reflection of love’s infinite span, teaching birds the art of flight, of how to fly.
Her call, a hymn of the purest form, understanding the storm and its calm,
A fortress in a land of whispers, where shadows flee and light glisters.
The maestro of life’s intricate ballet, under her guidance, we find our way,
In her, the universe conspires, to elevate, to inspire.
As the river carves the canyon, shaping land in its expansion,
Her tears, the rain that shapes the stone, a reminder that none is alone.
She, a mountain of ideals high, where eagles dare and spirits fly,
A reverence bound in her silhouette, in her wisdom, life’s alphabet.
Beneath her wings, a world reborn, in her shadow, no heart is torn,
Her light, a path through the darkest night, in her warmth, we take flight.
A deity of compassion she stands, her altar not built by hands,
But in the hearts that heed her lore, on love’s fertile shore, we explore.
From her, the drumbeat of duty sounds, in her garden, honor abounds,
Her generosity, a river wide, in giving, we ride the tide.
The universe in her eyes, a reflection of the endless skies,
A journey of the soul, her story, in her honor, we find our glory.
Mother—a symphony that binds the elements, a love that transcends the continents,
In every breath, her presence felt, in her embrace, the coldest heart melts.
Let us bask, cherish, and embrace, this love that time cannot erase,
For in the saga of mother, we find, the most sublime love entwined.
