Jandinau timi maya k ho unle bhane
timi hoina maya ma ta ma po pare
ek pal chuttina nasakne abhash ho yo
juni bhar saath paaune vishwas ho yo
nayan ma unke ramne eeksha pal pal ko
ek nazar paaye jeewan safal bho

nischal, nispap ra nirakar cha yo
unko ek muskaan ma nissar cha yo

jandinau timi maya k ho unle bhane
timi hoina maya ma ta ma po pare

jandina ma maya k ho maile bhane
bujhdina ma maya, maile swikar gare

na ek pal khushi ko abash cha yahan
na juni bhar saath paaune vishwas cha yahan

na timi chau, na timro aas nai cha
nayan bhar kewal timro pyas nai cha

mann aruko, timro tan aruko
timro aatma to kan kan aruko

taipani din raat timilai sochein
timilai khojein, timilai poojein

jandina ma maya k ho maile bhane
bujhdina ma maya maile swikar garein

Comments

Bibek Paudel said…
baabbbaaa !!
k ho yesto. timle nepali poem lekheko khatra lagyo. content ra meaning ta jhan khatra lagyo. alik sad ta cha, tai pani :P

la aru lekha hai.

cheers !
October 16, 2008 at 11:40 AM
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