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bhanai

language: nepali

ho ma manchhu ki ma sarbashrestha chhuina
mero takiya lai thaha chha ki ma kahile kahile ruina
tara malai matra thaha chha ki maile k k bhoge
mrityo tarfa badheko kadam bich baato mai roke
ra aafno laagi aafai uhte ma

manasik tanab le chhoirahanthe
kothako andhakaarma basi roirahanthiye
bigat ka din samjhi aashu bagauthe
khushikaa ti chhyanka yaadlai mayale jogauthe
ra bhawishya ujjowal banaune sochtheiye ma

sapanama ma aakashma hideko dekhthe
tara andhakaarle malai bich baato mai chekthe
tyo andhakaarlai hatauna khoje
aani bistaari ujyalo tarfa hidna thale ma

kasam euta khaye maile
hares khanna kahilei
jati badha aaye pani yo yatra ma rokne chhaina
kamjoor dekhe pani ma kamajor manko hudai hoina
ra yehi athot lei aafno bhawishya aafai lekhne chhu ma
-yakaa: jujaa

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