The only kind of Blessings of Dashain!
My Grandmother of Compassionate heart!
Cooking roti and the delicious feast
Hanging the garlands around the roofs
And paintings of Dashain in Homewall!
You buying the garments of our likes
Making us to visit the Temples!
And ringing of bells to echo with Prayers
Leting us the most sensation of Dasain!
We kids hanging on Swings
And you caring for our Hunger!
Looking us around in neighborhood
Your cooking filled with love
None tasted of your hand ever
You furnished us with so much Blessings!
But we understood little by then
And you left us to only memorize
Now I seek your hand here and there!
But your only Blessings in my Dream!
Yet enabling me to pursue the live
Making me to honour your Spirit!
