Oh Dharahara !

 

Every visit to the city,

I saw you smile and stand so tall all alone,

We were so proud our friend stood high,

Looked in awe how high your head shone

 

You symbolized our will and our ancestors’ grit,

Come rain and shine, always in mighty spirit,

Spring and winter, a white emblem stood,

My lovely Dharahara, my chest would brood

 

On an eventful day when the earth shook so bad,

I have woken to find, you are no more, so sad,

Where have you gone oh dear friend,

You were so near, nearly a god send

 

The great Bhimsen must have watched you in fears,

As you crumbled unable to take the shakes and tears,

For so long have you been our might,

For these throngs you have made us bright

 

Sorry my pal, you won’t go any where,

Dear in our hearts, every Nepali wails,

Never in our lives shall you be wiped,

Etched in our minds, nothing that can be swiped

 

The little boys like me shall gather on your foot,

To buy the flying balloons, that raises aloft,

With it shall come our messages of love,

For all the times you have given in drove

 

Where can I dig and find to thank you,

Your smile and laughter of so many different hue,

I peeked at you from Chandragiri and wide,

You were still seen from Phulchowki so might

 

Don’t you cry and never do wail,

Every other shrine in the world without you is pale,

When time comes oh friend,

All of us shall make merry in the mend

 

With you have gone so many of our shrines

You have served us for so long with grins

What is the nation without you now,

A fish in the pond, with no water, oh how

 

A boy peeks through the bus again,

My eye waters to see you in pain,

Rested you are on the earth,

Never off our minds, forever’s worth.