If those hands with wrinkled skin, Along with lighter, Shakenly lights Lakh Batti. Though that hand need support, Dysfunction is healed aftermath.   If those hands with wrinkled skin Along with red Tika, Placidly caresses my forehead. Though it's not properly decorated, Thence sky becomes my limit.   If those hands with wrinkled skin with the gift consecrated, Totterly handed in my hand. Though  uncostly, Definitely, it does provide me bliss.   If those feet with wrinkled skin bearing the eternal love, Just blesses my forehead Indubitably I commit to transform Impossible to I'm possible.

Sujan Bista is  Master's student of Social Work at Central Department of Social Work, Tribhuwan University. His interests include Social work, Politics, Economics and Literature.