Govinda Rimal
The man is what he makes
If your success lies in
The beauty of Baya weaver weaving its nest,
If your success lies in
The beauty of flower ripening into fruits,
If your success lies in
The beauty of caterpillar transforming into butterfly,
Then success you see
is in the clear blue sea
The mirror of undeviated clarity.
If your success lies
In the envy of beautifully weaved nest,
If your success lies
In the greed of beautifully ripen fruits,
If your success lies
In the jealousy of beautifully bloomed butterfly,
Then success you see
Is in the muddled sea
Cryptic puzzle of lost thought.
When the wealth is loaded in your heart,
Impression upon your head,
Your ego will blossom,
Playing puzzle in lost thought
Lose the game of immortality
And we will keep your adorable wealth, impression and ego
Beneath the pillow of your death bed.
Regards
Govinda Rimal