'Those poor people die only once in Nepal
Nepalese in the foreign land die every momment. '
Well said sir.
What is mine here?
Far away from my country
I am in an alien land
For years, I have been here
giving my sweat, blood and tear
I wake up early in the day
and work hard throughout
pay tax to the treasury
as much as the natives do
I oblige to the rule of law
never made any irresponsible flaw
Not associated on any bogus
my own business is where I focus
It was this nation which pulled my hand
everything I do goes for this land
my money goes for their social welfare
their community and for their own care
still when I hear 'Asian' in public
And find a stare of hatred
all the anguish because I'm not white
I think here- nothing is mine
Although I poured everything here
this place could never be mine
No matter I have the status
I still think I'm an unwelcome guest
we have some nexus may be
but this place remains foreign to me.