I am from a rich land <br />I am rich. Have no reach either- <br />Man from blessed land. I feel myself great. <br />Nature has her treasury stored, <br />“Last Paradise on earth” all say. <br />Fragrance from the colored hills, <br />Breeze carrying aroma from valleys harvest <br />Has made my land cloud nine <br />Rare lakes and ample rivers- <br />Oh! Speaks in my land, <br />Sing songs calling unity in diversity. <br />Sad to hark back to- peaks are lost <br />Glacier caries their mourning tears <br />Thank God. Rivers are still ours. <br />Having born on rich land <br />Have still live pride within <br />Of course, legs are at far <br />Searching a track to reach and share kisses <br />Have cared for will to make parade of my obligation. <br />I do have just a wish <br />To add a building brick over cracked roads <br />I do have just a wish <br />I am born and own my little space there <br />To use it make my graveyard <br />For my progeny may have pride whereupon, <br />Could trace a reminiscence <br />Of once hard lived time.<br /><br />RUP POKHAREL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-eternal-say/
