One for all

            Oh... MY DHANGADHI Oh... My Dhangadhi, How is it going there, I am here but with your memory. Hot summer, Temperature reaching as high as 40°c, But I still get lost in your thought. How I may forget you, How I may not miss you, You are my birth land, You are my father sweat land. Ash in those soil, How I may break my feeling for you, I just wish you bless me to Be fortunate enough to mix in your soil, Mix in my fathers ash, in my ancestors ash, And be the fertilizer of your beauty. Oh... My Dhangadhi how I miss you.

Uwaah....the melodious sound rang throughout the hospital Precious gem of mothers eye fell above the earth Day came day gone she looked after my well being sacrifising her will Newborn as I was, weak as my mother was she didn't forget to feed me her nectar milk. Life went up and down she lead me like a leader of hound Looking after my good she shielded for me like a mount so that no hardship of life can pound. Happy mothers day.