-Sandip Gyawali  Bullets— Pierced my poor heart Weaving like an arrow Oh! Mother, My life turned into death Leaving tears,

  I fear, The wood, When it’s dark, As dark weighs down, It soaks the sound, When still and calm,

हरपल हरक्षण मातृभूमिको प्रेम मुटुभित्र सजाएर राखेकी छु, यस भूमिमा असुरक्षाको कालो बादल मडारिँदा म एक्लै रोएकी छु, आक्रोशित छ