A mysterious journey

The rivers that were once white

Now have turned impure

Once, where I used to find my original mirror

Has now became something where I wouldn't and never take a step nor a look

Once, where I found birds chirping and lions roar

Is now polluted with sounds of horns and vehicles on road

Once, when I would wish to have wings to fly and touch the sky, the clouds

That were once white and so dashing

But now has turned just opposite of what I had dreamed

Once where I found myself enjoying with my family

Uncertainty, brought us to be apart but close to technology

A time when people lived for their own

Has changed, 

People now live for wealth not wondering about health

Once, when we were known as brave Gorkhali

It's not the same forever,it is now only part of history

Story of life turning to a point of shame

A life where people live with pride of yesterday 

Not today is even their destiny

Only Tomorrow is down on their knee

But part of now is tomorrow's yesterday

May all be told this

And tomorrow a journey of future

We never see

No need to be someone you aren't

Pretend me as your own

I live today cause I know I will live tomorrow

And I have lived yesterday

Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday

Today, today, today

Tomorrow,tomorrow,tomorrow

        A poem by

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