Beyond this crumbling wall,
accompanied with thoughts of home.
To protect my country Nepal,
I battle this destructive war.

In your presence, the boundless wait,
Draining you, and your soldier's state.
Sun's sweltering, and you sweat,
For enemy's coming, you wait.

The prettiest pond ever seen,
spotted in the darkest evening.
Even the fiercest warriors,
wish to receive their mother's call.

The longed-for enemies arrive;
tell your comrades, its time to thrive.
You viciously take out your gun;
tell yourself, "No time to have fun."

You begin ruthlessly firing,
in retaliation, so do they.
You start patriotically shouting,
"From my precious land, flee away."

For dreadful days, it continues,
and eventually, it ends.
Amidst a peaceful dawn far new,
you reach out for your deceased friend.

With thoughts, you stare at the sky,
and desperately ask yourself.
Did the souls that had to fly,
know that war was, indeed, compelled.

These questions, they unsettle you,
you aspire for an answer.
And as the light rays were few,
your ears catch something grander.

Your phone that majestically rings,
like the wondrous songs that bird sings.
You can't get a hold of your breath,
since it is the thing you wanted.

With tears cheerfully falling down,
you receive the long-awaited call.
With your mother's majestic sound,
your melancholy, it falls.

On the journey, you embark,
the desired destination is home.
Aspire to arrive before dark,
exhilarated to meet your mom.