So many thoughts are wandering in my mind
The greenery field is asking why are you kind
I just stay quiet and smile looking at the sky
But the wind sneaks and whispers don't you keep quiet so speak something my boy!
US to provide helicopters and sky trucks to Nepali Army
I try to talk but feel like keeping it inside me
As these days are dwindling with trust between rivers is declining
No one here can understand what's going on inside me
So as the weather here in the mountains speaking the voice of chaining
Wanting, believing but suffering
The life comes to the point of tuning
But the fire inside keeps burning
With no to water that can cool down the soul which is heating
The cloudy sky with little stars twinkling
The moon asks why you are sad in this evening
Moments go green and the petals falls beckoning
Smiling, crying but moments all in all surprising
