Come to the desert
See how the sun is
See how barren the desert is
Come to the desert
See how the sun is
Don’t expect money growing on trees
Don’t expect money growing on trees
Try to understand how it is to work in the desert
See how barren the desert is
These days the desert sun fears us
Ever since it felt the mountains in our heart
I have room for any amount of love within me
Though we toil here, we remain strangers
Though we toil here, we remain strangers
Listen, dear Nepal is within me
I have room for any amount of love within me
This poem was included in the Nepali Times' Diaspora Diaries series:: https://nepalitimes.com/here-now/for-better-or-verse-in-the-gulf