Narayan Khanal Neeleem
Those tears
That flow in the pain of the country,
That rise into tide
In the wailing of the mother,
That are soaked
With the hunger of the offsprings.
But
NO matter how much they have to tear or break
Why not they have to fall into injustice and scarcity,
They become water and irrigate
Into the root of the truth and prosperity
Until the flowers of patritism bloom.
It is essential to seek
Who knows
The value of those tears.
