~Abishek Dhungana~ 
I can differentiate, I can integrate,
I can use theorem,
I can relate,
I can be precise, I can be accurate,
Give me a pen, and I can deviate,
With all my knowledge, determined to explore further,
yet ain’t got the machine to assess your love
Oh, my mother,
You are no doctor, neither a god
I feel you nothing but being a fraud
They say you love me, more than the stars
How can I believe something so far?
I love the luster pinned on the moon
Humongous mountain shining in the noon
You love the desert, grains of sand
You care the thorns and make it grand
Oh merry mother, an angel in disguise
God of mine, shining in the sunshine
Tell me the foundation, tell me the rate
Explain the realism of being so great
Let me know trickery, you kept so hidden
Tell me the idea, what’s your vision?
Let’s swap the place, let me be you
I want to feel pain growing in you
Let me see your heart, what flows within
I will be the wax once you be the candle
Let me feel heat made me feel rankle.
I will be the mother you once be my child,
You once be rock, let me be fragile.
I love you so much there is no other,
You are my symphony oh my mother.
(स्रोत : रचनाकार स्वयंले ‘नयाँ रचना पठाउनुहोस्‘ बाट पठाईएको । )
