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SUNDAY VERSES - Poems from Children in Nepal

By Arun Budhathoki,

The kathmandu Post, January 30, 2005

I have my guitar,
You bring your voice,
Letís show the world
What our rhythm does.
Letís sing it. Letís play it.

Blood in your heart
Is red like mine,
Tears in your eyes
Are white like mine,
Everything in you
Is in me,
The only difference is
We are of different songs.

You are crazy
I am dull,
You are angry
I am silent,
You are fiery
I am peaceful.

So I say again,
I have my guitar,
You bring your voice
Letís show the world
What our song does.
Letís sing silently,
Letís play peacefully.

By: Srijana Karki,

The kathmandu Post, January 30, 2005

Itís wondrous what a hug can do,
A hug can cheer you when youíre blue.
A hug can say, ďI love you so!Ē
Or ďGee! I hate to see you go!Ē

A hug is, ďWelcome back again!Ē
And ďGreat to see you!Ē or
ďWhereíve you been?Ē
A hug can soothe a small childís pain
And bring a rainbow after rain.

The hug! Thereís just no doubt about it,
We scarcely would survive without it.
A hug delights and warms and charms,
It must be why God gave us arms.

Hugs are great for father and mother,
Sweet for sisters; swell for brothers.
And chances are some favorite events
Love from more than parted plants.

Kittens crave them, puppies love them
Heads of state are not above them.
A hug can break the language barrier,
And make the dullest day seem merrier.

No need to fret about the store for them
The more you give the more there are of them
So stretch those arms without delay
And give someone a hug today.

By: Prawej Akhtar,

The kathmandu Post, January 30, 2005

What youíre like, my love?
Like the rising sun
In the early morning
Which makes the earth
Bright with its rays?

Or, like the shinning moon
In the late night
Which makes the sky
Warm with its lights?

What youíre like, my love?
Like the first rain
Of the summer monsoon
Which makes the grasslands
Green and beautiful
With its tights hugs?

Or, like the shiny tiny dew drops
Of the cold winter
Which makes the flowers
Shine and colorful
Whit its light kisses?

Whatever youíre like, my love
It seems my fate
Is tied to your destiny.

Though mere figment you are, my love
You give me a reason
To breath, and meanings
To my survival.

I like to discover
What youíre like, my love!
In the real world of mine
What youíre like, my love.

By: Amir Thapa,

The Kathmandu Post, January 27, 2005

There was a man named Godmaniac
No doubt, he was a crack;
He wore his pants above,
And shirt below,
Shoes on his hands and rings on his toes.

He was worse than Mr. Bean
For he was extremely lean,
He was worse than Jim Carey,
For he was stupid and scary,
He prayed in class
And study during Mass.

He fought against the mirror,
And I must say, OH DEAR!!!
He has wife and a child,
But both of them are wild,
He still fights with fan,
For he is a funny man,

By: Rohit Wagle, Class Ė 8,

The Kathmandu Post, January 27, 2005

There is only one word in my dictionary
If I need to search in my identity
But how it became my name
Everyone called me so which added my fame
There is one thing here I smelt
He is the god I felt
But he gazes and gazes
In all the difficulties that I met
How to keep more in my heart
As a partner who helps
In problems of all sort

I always sleep in cold in that floor
Iíll be waiting, who will cover me more
I dream of someoneís larder
Thatís possibly harder
I dream of food to rescue hunger
That can keep me longer
Why almighty had done so upon me
If I was burden for anyone to see
Better you had not given birth to me
In the world of selfishness
Where help and suggestion are valueless
There canít be seen pity and love
It seems in mysteryÖ where have they gone?

BY: Bhargav Khatiwada, Class 7,

The Kathmandu Post, January 27, 2005

Taking a book, I went to bed
Thinking of the chapters, I read
Suddenly a light stroke in my eyes.
And then realized my mind was flying.

Away in dreamland, I saw a land
People working hand in hand.
Birds sing & butterflies dance.
I was enchanted by that glance.

I began walking, looking at the scenery
Far in the place, I could see a boundary
I went inside the boundary,
And saw what was there
People were fighting with swords and spears.

Bombs and guns, the weapons of the fight
Everybody thought just they were right.
I wake up from the dream, fearful and bold
I thought it should never happen in the real world.

By: Karma Lama, Class 10,

The Children Post, October 16, 2004

We want peace
Not this war.

There used to be mutual love
But whereís that love gone?

There used to be global fraternity
Whereís that fraternity now?

There used to be national unity
Whereís that unity gone?

There used to be peace
Whereís that peace, pray?

We are all Nepalis
So we want peace, not this war!

By: Asmita Rijal, Class -7,

The Children Post, October 16, 2004

Mother and father, they are god
Teachers, they are the source of knowledge
Students are light of the country.
Brothers and sisters are happiness
Mount Everest, the pride of Nepal,
Gautam Buddha, the messenger of peace,
Todayís need Ė Peace
Letís pray for peace!

BY: Sarita Karki, Class 10,

The Children Post, October 16, 2004

The country which was recognized
As a very peaceful nation
Today in the same country
There is a civil war.

Where the follower of peace
Gautam Buddha was born
And where all people do peace love
Today in the same courtyard of the country
There is a civil war.

In previous years, all Nepalis
Co-operated with each other
But today,
Today they are fighting each other
In sunny days also, and under the blue sky.

Nepal seems to be covered with black cloud
Nepalis are killing Nepalis
Oh God! What a problem we are facing
Our lovely mother is weeping!

We should not just sit and look at
The removal of sindur from women
All people should be conscious
About bringing peace to our nation.

Let the country which was recognized as peaceful
To remain a tranquil realm.

By: Saksham K. Suvedi, Class 9,

The Children Post, January 22, 2005

People of this country are suffering
Because of the war
Peace and unity is decreasing
So is their duty and rights
No development is on anywhere
Because of lack of facilities
We talk of peopleís democracy
And support strikes and bandas
There is scarcity
Of everything that runs
Oh! People stop this war
Before it goes too far
Let every Nepali have their wish
Letís not break it into piece
This is the land of Lord Buddha, the preacher
Of peace and friendship.

By: Ashish Acharya, Class Ė 9,

The Children Post, January 22, 2005

Oh God ! Whatís our life
We donít have clothes
We donít have bed
We donít have a house
We donít have parents
We donít have love
We donít have food
Why God, you brought us into this world?
We became street children
Hated by our parents
And look at our fate
Our bed is made of paper boxes
Our quilt is jute sack
Our job is to collect the rags
Our earning is the hatred of the world
Oh god! What king of
Life have you given us?
There is no one to care for us,
Thee is no one to feed us
Where is our mother?
Where is our father?
Did you play any role?
I think you hide them
in your own house.

BY: Prayaash Bhattarai, class 9,

The Children Post, January 22, 2005

Nepal is my country
Welfare is my culture
Peace is my command
Cease-fire is my demand

Mt. Everest is my pride
Restlessness is my enemy
But everybody wants to roam
For agitation on the road

All people are foolish
All behave like monkeys
Some are men
But majority donkeys

I lost my glory
I lost my dignity
Where is my pride
Where is my peaceful country?

By: Santosh Acharya, Class Ė 9,

The Children Post, January 22, 2005

Oh Lord Pashupatinath, why are you silent?
Our country is suffering from terror and violence
Obstacles in development, and only destruction
Lack of finance & manpower the catch phrase of the leaders.

Leaders have unlimited ego, lack of patriotism
Rebels lack love and sympathy, follow way of fascism
Youths are badly modernized and have uncivilized fashion
How unlucky Nepalese children, deprived of education.

We are not safe, as weíve cheater neighborhood
Fighting with our own brothers, we lack brotherhood
Destroying rich cultural belief, imitation of western culture
We canít be loveable pigeon, showing cruel face like that of a vulture.

Letís implement work honestly, keeping faith in Hinduism
Letís create peace and harmony and promote tourism
If we work with absolute honesty, peace is possible
To reestablish peace and harmony, all must be responsible


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