She always runs high on her knees
To get the invisible award of punctuality
She thinks she values time
Everyone flatters her disciplines.
Protests drove Nepal’s king off the throne 16 years ago. Now, p...
She serves the food to everyone before she eats
Even the crumbles left to her plate
She smiles heartedly.
To tell she is content for what she gets
And everyone flatters her courtesy.
She never grumps
When someone pulls her leg
She thinks they satiated their curiosity.
And everyone flatters of her big heart.
She loves them all
With the slightest hope of getting loved to
People do stay in her life
And everyone flatters her innocence.
She does another thing no one knows,
In a locked up room
Behind the curtains
Where only winds hit her window glass pane,
She relinquish herself in a swamp of tears
‘I have been a relic to this liar world,
Where I make every efforts just to please all,
Yes, I survived and I am the heir as I usurped the throne of kindness,
But no one asks me if I am okay pretending to be good.
Because its difficult to let selfishness pass,
And benevolence shouts aloof.
It’s difficult to keep pace with time,
Because I always let slip from me, the nano seconds.
I am courteous; I smile at everyone because,
Hoping, loving people would make a better place to live.
But when you awake from the dissonance among the Homo sapiens,
You know you have been fooled again and again.
An effort to please everyone,
I feel I am dire
the throne Is crowned to me,
But I have lived to entertain the world.
The reason I think, this throne is just a joke.’
