यस्पाली पनि सुख्खा दशैँ , म आउन पाउँदिन
हर्षो उल्लास गाउँ घरमा, साथी भाई जम्मा होलान्
हेर्ने ईच्छा भएपनि, म च्याउन पाउँदिन
हालियो होला लिंग पिंग, सबैले झड्कार्दाहुन् मच्चाएर
हरेक साल हाल्ने पिंगको काम्रो, म ख्याउन पाउँदिन
यस्पाली पनि सुख्खा दशैँ , म आउन पाउँदिन
हर्षो उल्लास गाउँ घरमा, साथी भाई जम्मा होलान्
हेर्ने ईच्छा भएपनि, म च्याउन पाउँदिन
हालियो होला लिंग पिंग, सबैले झड्कार्दाहुन् मच्चाएर
हरेक साल हाल्ने पिंगको काम्रो, म ख्याउन पाउँदिन
हाँस्ने बेला सँगै हाँस्ने, दुखको बेला दुख बाँढ्ने
मनको कुरा फ्याट्ट बुझ्ने, उ हो मेरो साथी
केही दिन पछिको भेट हुँदा होस्, भेट्न जाँदा थोरै लेट हुँदा होस्
खिस्स हाँसेर दाँत देखाउने, उ हो मेरो साथी
संकटमा पर्दा सल्लाह दिने, चुप लाग भन्दा हल्ला गर्दिने
उत्पट्यान्ग काममा माहिर जो, उ हो मेरो साथी
खल्ती रित्तिदाँ सापटी दिने, सापटी देको चाहीँ फिर्ता नदिने
अच्चम्मको बैंक हो जो, उ हो मेरो साथी
आफ्नी रानी सँग घुम्न जाने, रेस्टुरेन्टमा के के हो के के खाने
केही ऩाखाई सुत्छु म आज भन्ने,, उ हो मेरो साथी
केटी सँग देखे गिज्याउने, सिंगल भइस भन्दै खिज्याउनेॉं
सयौं साथीको लभ गुरु, उ हो मेरो साथी
प्राय काम सँगै गर्ने, कुरा भावना आदानप्रदान गर्ने
मिठ्ठो सम्बन्ध जो सँग छ मेरो, उ हो मेरो साथी
Deep down me There is a boy
He is almost like me, he loves to enjoy
The greatest gift he has is, that he can cry
I tried to do the same but, my eyes are arid dry
Sometimes I ask myself, why cannot I cry?
The answers is my upbringing, that I cannot justify
Some think that I’m heartless, some think I am mean
Understand me dear, this is not what I always had been
My grandpa had always taught me, crying is not for boys
So suppressing my tears , became my choice
My granny always told me, crying makes a boy weak
So I trained my eyes, not to react quick
As I was growing up, there came my friends
And they too never cried, they were well trained
When I look back at my school life, there used to be a boy
Crying was a part of him but there were moments of joy
My father wanted me to be strong, to be a man
Well certainly in his advices, crying was a total ban
Mother was a bit sensitive, she heard my inner voice
She too didn’t want to see me being “so called” weak, she wanted me to rejoice
My brother is fierce, thinks crying is for babies
Who knows what he has suppressed deep within, there could be something... maybe
Well there comes my sister, crying once in a while
To persuade father to do what she wants, we thought it’s her style
What I think as a grown up is, crying isn’t just the tears
I believe it’s a way to get rid of, the inner fears
science proves that it’s a way of boosting up your mood
Self soothing isn’t just a benefit, for eyes too crying is good
I know all these things, I know them by heart
Today I realise knowledge is not the only thing, to make you smart
I feel the pain, I try to cry
No matter how much it hurts, my eyes are desert dry
There is this flower in my lawn it buds, it blooms, it is an attraction, where the bee looms... ther...