Deed Makes a Hero

UTTAM SANJEL

Like many Nepalese youth swayed by the craze of Hindi movies, Uttam Sanjel went to Mumbai when he was 18 with a dream of becoming a hero. But eight years of bitter realities in Mumbai prompted him to start a campaign to educate the street children in Kathmandu. Today, over 15,000 poor children study in more than a dozen schools built with bamboo. They are getting a good education on par with private boarding schools, almost for free. He still dreams of being a hero, but his definition of a hero has changed.

Deed Makes a Hero

         I have wanted to become a hero since my childhood, when I thought a hero was loved and respected by all and was capable of making a difference in society. I went to Mumbai with this dream and spent eight years there. I experienced untold difficulties in the city’s narrow lanes. I saw the plight of those who had made the streets their homes for three generations. I saw the pathetic condition of the HIV-infected women and others who were forced out of brothers. I encountered children eating thrown-away food in the rubbish chucked out of tall buildings. The scenes shattered me. But I was also struggling in the crowd to become a hero. I could only wish for their well-being.

          The scene around my house in Nepal wasn’t much different. People from all over the country came there to work in a nearby carpet factory and in the absence of proper care, many children were on the road, resorting to drugs, begging, and at times theft. Girls took to prostitution at a young age. But people complained that they spoiled society and had them arrested. I did not see this as a solution. The real solution would be to get them to schools and prevent them from going to the street!

          Unable to tolerate such scenes, I enrolled 12 children of carpet workers in a school when I came back to Kathmandu for a visit. It was an emotional decision. I still wanted to become a film star and returned to Mumbai. But back at home in Kathmandu, the schools had declined to give free education to those 12 children. It was my responsibility to ensure that they remained in school. So, I decided to come back to Nepal and establish a school to fulfill that responsibility.

         I had expected that some 350 students would join the school I established. But there were 850! I met the challenge of finding suitable buildings, teachers, and staff for the school. I stopped visiting Mumbai.

          It came as a realization to me that a hero is one who can address problems in good honesty. A real hero works like Mother Teresa. My philosophy of being a hero changed gradually with my life. Today, I am constantly striving to expand the scope of my work. The Samata Shikshya Niketan School in Kathmandu that educates the children of workers and poor peasants has spread to Bhaktapur, Lalitpur, Chitwan, Sindhupalchok, Makwanpur, and Nawalparasi. It had started with 850 children and now the number has grown to 16,000.

          I receive appreciation for doing the job well. Many promise to help, and I continue to widen my reach. Currently, we run eight schools but I hope to open more branches in 40 districts. I wish to burn like a candle to give the light of education to more children. I have given up my original idea of becoming a film hero. A hero is a person who does noble deeds. A film hero acts in the world of fantasy, but a real hero is the one who works for the good of society. This is my life, my belief.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 1 

The Good Earth

MADAN RAI

Born 60 years ago in Khotang, Madan Rai showed the people in Mustang the lucrative possibility of growing apples in the district. People in Khotang see him as a development guru. Madan Rai, who believes in the power of the soil, returned to Khotang with years of international experience as an agriculture expert and is now providing employment skills and entrepreneurial trainings to youth.

The Good Earth

I believe in the greatness of the soil because it can address all the needs of human beings. Our family depended on agriculture and I played with the soil from the day I started to crawl. But when I was older, I toiled in the mud like a slave and often prayed, “God I am serving you 16 hours every day. Have mercy to give me enough to fill my belly!” I always questioned why some had food of their choice while others did not.

          A school education promised a happy life. I compromised with hunger, but not with knowledge. I pursued my education. I attended high school and college, but never forgot that I was born and brought up with the soil. Ultimately, I learned about the essence of soil when I graduated with a degree in Agriculture Science from Udaipur University in India. I learned that soil yields nuggets of gold and not just rice.

          I went to Mustang, the district beyond the Himalayas, as an Agriculture Specialist, nurturing my belief in the soil. Tourism and daily life depended on vegetables fetched by a helicopter from the city of Pokhara. But something was not right. Knowing that there was a lot of potential in the soil of Mustang. I approached the villagers, held their spades, and taught them how to sow apples, cabbage, and cauliflower. For 13 years, I taught the farmers many improved agricultural skills, from seed production to new ways of irrigation. What was once a desolate and dry land has now been completely transformed into a lush green belt with apple trees and vegetable farms. My experiment and experience in Mustang has consolidated my belief in the soil.

          I learned about the soil of more than 60 countries in the course of my international career. I also learned a lot from my colleagues’ experience. I saw them turning sand into soil. I saw the essence of life in the soil. I saw countries and people becoming prosperous once they understood the essence of soil. If a mountainous country like South Korea, a water-logged country like Singapore, and a dark mountainous country like Switzerland could become prosperous, then I am sure Nepal can also grow equal amounts because of the mountains, hills, and the terai. In the end, I gave up my international work to do something worthwhile in my village.

          I returned to my village of Ratancha in Khotang after many years, but it had not changed. I established the Khotang Development Forum and started providing modern agriculture training to farmers. The effort still continues.

          Rice was a cherished delicacy for me in the past, but no more. I still enjoy the typical Nepali dhindo but the difference is that yesterday I had it without vegetables and today I have plenty of vegetables. I still work 16 hours a day, but now work is fun. Yesterday, I had nothing more than labor and today there is skill and technology. Born and brought up with the soil, I have spent my life understanding the soil. I believe in agriculture. I believe in the greatness of the soil.

One Who Speaks Wins

DR. SHANKAR MAN RAI

Dr. Shankar Man Rai calls himself a candid speaker, but he always refrains from self publicity. He started his medical profession as a health assistant and later earned his medical degree from Tribhuvan University (TU). The Surgical Outreach Center he established has given new life to thousands of people with cleft lips and cleft palates through free operations. His service is also internationally recognized. Dr. Rai, who believes in being dutiful, is humbled and encouraged by such honors.

One Who Speaks Wins

I have worked in the health sector for the past 30 years. Most of the villagers in Sotang, Solukhumbu (Solu) were poor when I started my career as a heath assistant. It was unlikely that they could afford to go to big hospitals. I was called a ‘doctor’ there. Even those with broken hand and legs and nursing mothers with complicated problems came to see me for treatment.

       I used to be called to homes when patients could not walk to the health post. I wished that seriously ill patients would not come to the heath post because I was only a heath assistant. Most of them, however, could not afford to go to hospital far away. Whenever critically sick patients came to visit me, it reminded me of my own mother who had died during labor. But I did not have the proper medical training and felt helpless when I had to ask them to go to a hospital. Feeling really bitter about this, I decided to become a doctor myself.

       I candidly speak my heart. If I had suppressed my feelings while I was in Solu, I would have always remained a ‘health assistant.’ I would not have become a plastic surgeon with an education from TU Teaching Hospital and hospitals in Bangladesh and America. I believe that those people who express their inner heart have the power to attain their goal.

       While doing my medical studies in Kathmandu, many senior doctors were prejudiced against doctors who came from health assistant backgrounds like me. They felt we would not make good doctors. At times, I was tormented because I was treated as an inferior. But the longing that had been sparked in Solu gave me the courage to continue. The inspiration made me a doctor and I eventually started working at the TU Teaching Hospital.

       I was baffled by the surgery performed by foreign doctors on a child with a cleft lip. There wasn’t much equipment involved and in half an hour the child got a new face. I was so impressed that I immediately asked them to teach me the art. They were also ready to help me. Had I hesitated to express myself, I would not have become a surgeon who has treated 10,000 children with cleft lips and 2,000 children with burns.

       My friends and I are working around the clock to help the remaining 30,000 children in Nepal with cleft lips. I did not know its importance while I was learning plastic surgery. Thousands of children are saved from being demoralized in society. Several others who were living with dysfunctional limbs after burns have been able to walk.

       Man has to speak thoughtfully. But if you have the curiosity to learn, your admission of the unknown could open up many frontiers. Those who don’t speak may do some good work for themselves, but those who speak out loud can do a lot of good work for others. This is my experience. This is my belief.

The Power of the Alphabet

CHAMELI WAIBA

Chameli Waiba, 37, of Bjrabarahi, Makawanpur, got married 25 years ago but is usually alone, without children or a husband. However, there is a perpetual glow and confidence in her face ever since she learned the first letters of her life 15 years ago and when she became ‘Chameli’ instead of ‘Chamili’. Chameli believes in the magic of the letters that have changed her life and her world.

The Power of the Alphabet

I believe in the alphabet because it has the power to change life. I realized the power concealed in the alphabet on the very first day I joined the adult literacy class. For the first time, I was introduced to letters that stood for my name. In discovering the Nepali alphabet, I discovered I was Cha-me-li and not Cha-mi-li as everyone used to call me. It felt like magic. A little loop of an ‘e’ for an ‘i’ changed my name!

          If two letters could change my name, then how much would I be able to transform my life if I understood all the letters? I spent that whole evening writing and rewriting my name. After that, I carried the spelling book with me while I went to collect fodder, weed the maize field, just everywhere, until I learned to write.

          Before learning how to write, my life was like the nearby Indrasarovar Lake, always stagnant. I carried the pain of a child marriage, a husband who did not support me, and object poverty. I barely had any skills or courage to do anything.

          But I noticed that the number of people learning to read and write was growing. And their lives were improving, too. I then realized it was neither wealth not beauty I lacked, but letters.

          As my new knowledge of words started to boost my confidence and courage, I made a resolution: Yes, my life has been like this, but my sisters, brothers, and I should be given education, as much as we would like. The immediate obstacle to this dream was the Tasar River. The village school was on the other side of the river. Children could not go to school during the monsoon because of flooding. I wanted to build a bridge over the river so that going to school would be simple. And so it started. In the beginning, few villagers helped me. Some even mocked the idea, saying it was only for me, calling the idea “Chameli’s Bridge”. But finally we got support, materials were collected, volunteer laborers were available, and the bridge was finally constructed.

          Now I cannot express my satisfaction of seeing children running to school over that bridge. It is a bridge of iron, a bridge of letters, a bridge of community. Nothing is achieved without the cooperation of all.

          I am now leading five women’s micro-savings groups. Ten or 20 rupees that used to be spent buying petty cosmetic items have been collected to make a fund of 300,000 rupees. We are palnning to open a small cooperative in the village soon. We also want to run permanent literacy classes for women and open a library.

          All this is the result of my knowing the alphabet, even though I learned it late. Letters have immense power. They have magic. The greatest thing in the world is the alphabet. That is my belief.

My Belief in Voice

RAMRATI DEVI RAM

Ramrati Devi Ram and others like her could never imagine standing in front of the village landlords and supposed superiors. Dalits or so-called untouchables like her would only work in the fields of landlords and it was these landlords who fixed their wages. Despite being an unlettered Dalit woman, Ramrati Devi Ram took the lead in rebelling against such inhumane behavior. Today, she is a member of Nepal’s Constituent Assembly. She believes in the power of expression, which serves as the foundation for justice and equality.

My Belief in Voice

I was born into a working class family of the Chamar community in the eastern terai 43 years ago. Those born as Chamars had to eke out a living as enslaved tillers, disposing of animal carcasses, and helping nursing mothers in a landlord’s family. People in our community were always reeling under cold, hunger, and illiteracy though they worked for many exhausting hours to serve others. This is a portrait of the suffering of Chamars.

          A woman successfully achieving a high school education in the terai is quite common. As for me, life itself has been my school. Though there was a veil covering my face, I somehow learned about the world from what my ears heard and what my eyes saw. Just because of their birth at certain places and times, there are communities that were oppressed and discriminated against. I did not want to tolerate this.

Gradually, our community became aware of human rights, health rights, and the value of education. However, we were still disorganized and too naive to be able to speak up for ourselves. But one day, we spontaneously formed a women’s group and started a fishery at a local unclaimed pond in the village. Soon the village authority started to inquire about the income we made from this pond, which nobody had cared about before we started using it. We retorted by asking about the income that the fisheries in the village made. Because of this, the local authority was forced to become transparent. That was the time I discovered the power of expression.

Many attempted to silence my single cry. I soon learned that a single voice was not enough for equality. I joined politics to strengthen my voice. My entry into politics was not for personal gain, but to struggle against discrimination, injustice, and poverty.

I have leaned the power of expression. When thousands of voices come together, it becomes the voice for justice. An example of the power in collective voice came in 1997 when we protested against collecting any more animal carcasses. Many supported the movement that challenged the system of treating humans as carcasses. Today, Chamars need not dispose of carcasses for others. Gone are the days when we bowed our heads in guilt and shame.

Because I have understood the power of expression, my social responsibility has changed greatly. I have transformed myself from a farm laborer to an elected Constituent Assembly member. I, too, have equal say in the constitution-drafting process where I echo the concerns of my community.

             At the parliament, I express myself in the same way I used to speak in the village. The parliament has to listen to the varied voices of people like me. I consider the power of expression as the vehicle for change. I have understood that I was wrong to believe the world would understand my problems without having them expressed. It is my belief that we get heard only after we speak and the same voice helps us to get justice.

From Earth to the Sky

TRIPTA THAPA MAGAR

Tripta Thapa Magar, 41, teaches at Rastriya Madhamik Vidyalaya in Sunsari. Her legs no longer work because she had polio at an early age. She struggled, crawling on four limbs, even over hot roads in the terai, to get her education. Today, she is a teacher as well as a leader of the disabled community in Sunsari.

From Earth to the Sky

I am a human being just like any other, with two hands and two feet. The only difference is they can stand, I cannot.

But I believe in struggle, standing on the same ground as other people. The struggle helps me to move forward whereas a platform like the floor is only a prop. When it comes to capability, I am definitely different from others, but not unable. I also have dreams like any other person.

When they realized that I could only crawl and not walk, my father, mother, and others used to say I was cursed. The school was near my house. I used to crawl to school, but my friends walked. The alphabet that my friends and I studied was the same. With the help of the same letters I learned I was not cursed but that I had polio. I then stopped complaining to God. I had a new awakening of life: “Even I can do something if I study.” Friends carried books in their hands, but I carried them in a bag. My hands propelled me to crawl forward. Massive sweat drenched me as I crawled on four limbs in the scorching heat of the terai. At times I felt I would faint by the heat. But my resolve to do something worthwhile, studying hard, never faltered.

After completing my primary education, I attended Janata High School. It was three kilometers from my home and vehicles were rare. When I did get into a bus, my hands were often stepped upon by fellow passengers. I even bled dud to excessive heat while crawling to school on the grueling tarred road which was like hot metal. But I continued my journey.

After completing my high school education, I came to Kathmandu and enrolled in Padma Kanya Women’s College. It was compulsory to wear a sari to attend the college; but it was completely impractical to me. So I had to design my own dress. Staggering up and down the unfriendly college staircase, I studied for higher secondary education and passed the exam! My heart knew no bounds. It felt like making a giant leap. I got the feeling that willpower had helped my dream come true.

I returned to Appgachhi. I established the Disabled Women’s Society and started raising awareness to the disabled and others. Gradually, there has been a change in people’s perspective towards the disabled. I started giving training to the other people with disabilities. The training helped them to live a meaningful life. As I continued my work, I got stronger and felt there was much to do. But financial resources were a big problem. People started giving contributions to me after several community meetings and some institutions joined in, too. I bought a small piece of land for the organization. With the donations and my small income, a building was constructed. The building has boosted my morale and that of many others like me.

             I may not be happy with my disability, but I always try to remain happy in all other aspects of life. I always try to do something that gives me satisfaction and brings convenience to others. This is what I call my life, my belief.

Power of Love

PUSHPA BASNET

Twenty-five year old Pushpa Basnet is unmarried, but today she is the guardian of more than 40 children. Her youth suggests play, fun, and travel. This lady who comes from a relatively well-off family and who appears to be happy-go-lucky is actually the ocean of motherly love for these 40 children. Pushpa has opened a child care center to educate and look after the children whose parents are in prison. She believes in offering love, compassion, and selfness service.

Power of Love

One day a four-year-old girl living in a children’s home in Maharajgunj in Kathmandu said, “I want to be like my mommy when I grow up.” I was lost in my thoughts, wondering how the idea of becoming a ‘mommy’ sprouted in her little mind instead of becoming a doctor or a pilot.

As I pondered this little girl’s wish, I realized that the love I was sharing with 19 other children has inspired her to say that she wanted to be like me. It is a pure and compassion love. Deep inside, I was happy to know these children understood the meaning of love, just like me. A doctor may heal a wound, a pilot may fly us across the skies, but a mother’s love moulds the entire life of children. That is why I believe in the power of love and compassion.

A single incident sparked my passion to become a ‘mother’ to these children. One day during a field visit to a women’s prison form my college in Kathmandu, I was shocked to find somebody pulling on my clothes. I turned and saw a little girl called Sanukanchi smiling at me, her hands clutching my shirt. I remember thinking. “My goodness, a child in prison?” I saw in her eyes a deep piercing look that seemed to say, “Release me from here. How can I grow breathing prison air?”

After that emotional encounter, I have been showering motherly love and taking care of children whose parents are serving prinson sentences. All the children call me Pushpa mommy. Sometimes people give me a surprised look when they hear that. When I hear it, my heart fills with joy.

I may be their Pushpa mommy, but I am not their biological mother, I want to make sure these children are not distanced from their parents behind bars. I take them to meet their parents once every month. Tears flood my eyes when I see them clinging to their parents. If I were Einstein, I probably would prove that a mother’s love is as powerful as light.

I am thoroughly engaged in the care of these children and work with spirit every month to look after them. There are different children with different kinds of parenting needs who require different ways of care and love. The ocean of love and care never runs dry; the more you give the more it gets filled. Interesting as it is, a large portion of the cost of running this child care center is supported by my own mother from her personal accounts. Also, some generous individuals give donations.

       Though I need not worry for my living, I wonder how I can generate sustainable resources to bring up these children. Somebody told me once, “You may not ask for yourself, but God comes to the rescue when you ask for others.” Maybe I have the power of love and the message is getting through. I believe in the power of love.

Presence of Positivity

KARNA SHAKYA

Karna Shakya is a tourism entrepreneur, environmental activist, and believer of positive thinking. He wrote the book Soch about positive thinking at a time when the country was reeling under extreme conflict. It is the character of Karna Shakya to be driven by positive thinking and optimism even in extremely adverse conditions. He believes there is hoe in every problem, but that hope is found only after searching for it.

Presence of Positivity

I hold a belief that everything and everyone in this world has some positive aspects. No one is born a demon. I try to see good qualities among children and friends. I even try to see those qualities in a foe.

 I try to see things from others’ perspectives as well. I find faults within me when I look at my image from other people’s perspectives. I realize my errors and try to correct them, which helps me to start afresh. There are problems when we work, but life can be made meaningful by assessing and managing them.

A positive approach is crucial to making progress in life. Sometimes it is difficult to be optimistic in adverse situations. This has happened to me several times. I was preparing with my son to set up a new hotel. At the time, the country was in armed conflict and sometimes I thought it was not the right time to open up a hotel. But I recalled my past when I had a single hotel and the rooms rented for just two dollars. This recollection makes me confess, “Of course I have earned more today than in the past!” I felt relived by the thought and got new courage to work. My history has always given me strength to move ahead with more positive thoughts. I still have one room for two dollars a night to remind myself of how and where I started.

I always want to be positive. If I did not have hope, then I would not have been happy. My wife and a daughter died of cancer. My positive attitude to life helped me fight my own cancer. I made a proposal to build a cancer hospital in my town, collecting one penny a day. And indeed when all the pennies were put together, we had enough funds to build Bhaktapur and Bharatpur hospitals. Had I not been hopeful, then I would have died of my prostrate cancer. But I had a strong hope to live and great will power. I conquered my cancer by virtue of these qualities in me.

Optimism generates positive thinking. Positive thinking gives a sense of responsibility and ultimately helps to resolve problems. Responsibility always encourages constructive work, without greed, like a spontaneous overflow of a poet’s emotion or an artist’s expression on canvas.

           I wish for nobody to live a painful life. But I don’t want them to lose hope when challenges come by. Look out for new avenues and transform the pain into power. I am also a common man like others, and I don’t consider myself extremely ideal and all moral. Positive thing are often tangled up with problems. In such situations, I try to pick out the positive things. I can only do well if I can pick out the positive things. This is my life, my belief.

Love Grows with Sharing

DR. ARUN BUDHA

Many hospitals outside the capital are without doctors, simply because of the lack of enthusiastic doctors willing to work in Nepal’s remote hilly region. But Dr. Arun Budha, who was born in Dadeldhura, chose to work in his district after earning his medical degree. Dr. Budha has become a pillar of Dadeldhura Hospital, which renders health services to the nearly two million people in the region. Dr. Arun Budha believes in the power of love and care and sharing them both.

Love Grows with Sharing

My father used to carry me and take me around the village. He did not have many fingers. Not just my father, many others in the village had the same problem. Some had lost their limbs. Many were with bad faces and bodies dotted with marks. But a nearby settlement in the same village was different. People there did not hear any such marks. My father used to tell me it was all because of leprosy. Despised in the village as being cursed, my father left Kalikot for Dadeldhura for treatment. After I discovered more about the disease, I was reductant to go the village for fear that I would also be despised as the leper’s son.

At the hospital in Dadeldhura, my father was treated poorly. People in Kalikot who despised my father as a leper and loathed me as his son also visited this hospital. I used to be furious. But my father was helpful to them and I wondered why. Why should he care for those who hated him? In response, my father always said love grows with sharing.

In 2003, I had a wish to work in some good hospitals in Kathmandu after returning from China with my medical degree. Just then, senior doctor Bijay Pandey invited me to a health camp at Bandarjhula in Parsa. The health camp was at small primary school in remote Parsa. I conducted normal health check-ups and dressed the wounds of patients who could not afford to go to a hospital. The people were extremely happy with me. They were as gratified as if God was at their doorstep. I felt overwhelmed.

My brief service at Bandarjhula helped me to understand my father’s words about love. I knew then that love grew with sharing. Such love was missing in Kathmandu where every other street has a hospital. I decided that if I were to share love, I should go to a village.

I have been serving the people in Dadeldhura for the past four years. Hundreds of people come here for treatment every day, some with serious head injuries and others with their backs pierced by twigs. Women in labor struggle to reach the hospital. How would I have received all of this love if I had not stayed in Dadeldhura?

Locals who don’t understand the Nepali language get overjoyed when I talk to them in their local dialect and they express their problems more openly. I am happy when I can translate the Doti dialect into Nepali for other doctors.

A doctor’s job is not great in itself. What is great is love and compassion, which I have been able to share with many patients in fare western Nepal. It is my belief that the more you share love, the more it grows. Hatred does not exist where love finds its place. My goal in life is to share love. This is my belief.

Money And Life

पैसा  र  जिन्दगी 

एउटा सानो कागजको टुक्रालाई सिँगारेर न्वारन गरिन्छ अनि नामाकरण  गरिन्छ – पैसा त्यही पैसाका पछि आज तपाई हामी अनि पूरै संसार दौडिरहेको छ कसलाई कति पैसा भएपछि पुग्छ कुनै टुङ्गो छैन सबै खुशी, चैन, आत्मसन्तोष र स्वर्ग नै पैसामा छ कि जस्तो गरेर दौडिरहेको छ  – संसार तर मैले कतै पढेकी थिए अलेक्जेन्डर महानले मृत्युपूर्ब भनेछन - मेरो लाश लैजाँदा दुवै हात बाहिर राखिदिनु सबैले देखुन र भनुन  – संसार जित्ने अलेक्जेन्डर रित्तो हात जाँदैछ

National Song of Army and of Nepalese

सेनाको राष्ट्रिय गीत र सारा नेपालीको पनि

रातो र चन्द्र सूर्य,

जंगी निसान हाम्रो 

जिउँदो रगतसरि  यो,

बल्दो यो सान हाम्रो

हिमालझैं अटल यो,

झुकेन यो कहिल्यै,

जंगी निसान हाम्रो

यो जन्मँदै जगतमा

कैयौँ प्रहार आए

साम्राज्य दुई हारे 

हारेन सान हाम्रो

जबसम्म चन्द्र सूर्य

आकाशमा रहन्छन 

तबसम्म हुन्छ आफ्नै 

रातो रगत यो हाम्रो

गाईसरि  छन्  साधु

जोजो यँहा जगतमा

सबको सरन बलियो

जंगी निसान हाम्रो

With Lord

ईश्वरको साथ

मेशिनमा अडेको मानिस
फूर्ति लाउछ
एउटा  रोबोट कुकुर बनाउछ
अनि हेला गर्छ गल्लीको कुकुरलाई
खोज्छ ईश्वरको साथ
अनि कहाँ पाउछ ?

गरिबलाई हेला गर्छ
अनि धनीलाई स्वागत गर्छ
फेरी भन्छ गरिब ईश्वरको रुप हो
खोज्छ ईश्वरको साथ
अनि कहाँ पाउछ ?
गरिबलाई (स्वागत गर)२
अनि भन्छ ईश्वरले 
मेरा हात भए यी

घरमा पाल्छ कुकुर धनीले
दिनहु मासुभात दिन्छ
माग्ने आउछ त्यही
खोइ त् दालभात ?
तिमी मानिस कि कुकुर
भौ भौ गर्छौ कि क, ख, ए, बी
खोज्छ ईश्वरको साथ
अनि कहाँ पाउछ ?

ईश्वरले भन्छ माया गर
असहायलाई  , गरिबलाई , रोगीलाई
अशक्तलाई ................
म शक्ति हु उनीहरूको
म छु उनीहरुसंगै
मेरो ह्र्दय उनीहरुसंगै
मेरो  साथ छ उनीहरूलाई
नखोज मलाई धनी , विद्वान ,
शक्तिशाली ,  बलवान ............  को म़ा

हेर मेरो ह्दय छ कहाँ ?
हेर म छु कहाँ ?

म बनाउछु साच्चिकै मानिस

जो बोल्छ
माया गर्छ
रुन्छ
हास्छ

 तर ,

तिमीहरू मानिस
बनाउछौ मूर्ति मानिस
जो मुख मात्र हल्लाउछ 
जो धनीलाई  मात्र माया गर्छ
जो अरुको दुखमा   हास्छ
जो अरुको सुखमा रुन्छ
हाय , खोज्छौ मेरो साथ
अनि कहाँ पाउछौ ?