Photo: File Photo/Republica
Somehow the city of melancholy
And so much industrious
Include miscellaneous people
View towers everywhere in eastern Nepal
But so much monotonous
Everyone in their own applaud
No one care about others
Can't explicit myself
Even malice their own mothers
Nothing is permanent here
Even paramount things are counterfeit here
Increasing obnoxious smell day by day
Indeed make the city obscure one day