A sporadic festival comes one-off in a year
With the onset of it marigold, garland,
Vibrant colors and Deusi - Bhaillo
Continued to boom
Yesteryear, it used to be delightful
Sadly, this year…
Something unpleasantly different
The courtyard isn’t decorated
With spangles of colored sand
The blooming flowers are devastated
Kukur Tihar, the festival of dogs, being celebrated (with photo...
There is no delighted smile
How can I accede the onset of Tihar
Someone, earnestly tell me
When colorful light fades off
When the circular loaf isn't made
When there is no behest by Bali Raja
To play Deusi - Bhailo
How can we baptize it by Tihar?
Someone, please tell me genuinely
Whether I am being impaired by vision or deaf to listen
Why can't I see the pleasantness of delightfulness?
Why can’t I listen to the deafening sound of firecrackers?
Why the goddess of wealth is insolent
By abandoning generous hearts
How it can embrace greed
Why are houses like an incinerated shanty?
Why are jovial faces not delighted?
It is my figment of imagination or reality
Anyone, Kindly, disentangles me from it
How can a sister wish for her brother's longevity?
When brothers are stranded in terrifying circumstances?
Why can't Bali Raja escort them?
No mark on the destitute forehead,
No garland and marigold on the neck,
How can I count immeasurable blessings?
Which are shared among kinship?
Unfortunately, this Tihar went miserably
With the good grace of god
Let us be hopeful for another Tihar.
