Asmita Manandhar is currently pursuing a bachelor's degree in media studies from Kathmandu University. She loves reading, writing and all things literature.
The walk does not wish to halt
And so I'm not going home
And so you cannot go
But someday this will end
And we shall stop
And between the scented flowers
We can sleep on the grasses
And count the endless stars
You can look into my eyes
And I play with your hair.
The walk does not wish to halt
And so I'm not going home
And so you cannot go
But someday this will end
And we shall stop
And between the scented flowers
We can sleep on the grasses
And count the endless stars
You can look into my eyes
And I play with your hair...
Unity cracks open these days
And the little girl I knew to be so responsible is lost in the glitz and the crowd.
We are not what we wear
The sun shines
It is warm and the flowers are perfectly yellow and red
There are hands to hold, people to call,
There are fluffy cakes, shrimps, and wine –