Every morning
As the light steps in
The crystal snow bed sheets
with it’s virgin feet
Yes, at the very moment
Mum will warmly open the door
I want to see the world
Through the passage of the door
That she opens for the first time
I want to change this world
Walking on the ground she sweeps out
I want to open the door with on fear
As the lord Buddha did for peace
And want to start my journey of Buddha
The first journey is determined from the door
The door : the creation
The door : the starter
The door : the birth
Tran. by shyamal
साहित्यपोस्ट पढ्नुभएकोमा धन्यवाद
यसलाई जीवित राख्नकोलागि तपाइँको
आर्थिक सहयोग महत्वपूर्ण हुन्छ ।
यसलाई जीवित राख्नकोलागि तपाइँको
आर्थिक सहयोग महत्वपूर्ण हुन्छ ।
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