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Nepal, My Mother O Nepal, my mother, hear my plea, Don’t give me riches or gifts to see. Ask me instead, what I can give, For in thy love, I find my will to live. Umanath Kattel, thy living son, Shall stand for thee till all is done. For every tear that... – *by Umanath Kattel*	2 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
I AM POOR WITH NO MONEY, BUT YOU ARE POORER WITH NO HEART TO LOVE, NOR MIND TO THINK I am poor, with no gold to show, Yet in my heart, true riches grow. While you, with fortunes stacked so high, Cling to wealth as your dreams die. My empty pockets hold no coin, Yet kindness in my soul does join. You, with gems and glistening... – *by Umanath Kattel*	3 Views added 2 months ago	Rating

O Nepal, my mother, hear my plea,
Don’t give me riches or gifts to see.
Ask me instead, what I can give,
For in thy love, I find my will to live.
Umanath Kattel, thy living son,
Shall stand for thee till all is done.

For every tear that...

– by Umanath Kattel

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I AM POOR WITH NO MONEY, BUT YOU ARE POORER WITH NO HEART TO LOVE, NOR MIND TO THINK

I am poor, with no gold to show,
Yet in my heart, true riches grow.
While you, with fortunes stacked so high,
Cling to wealth as your dreams die.

My empty pockets hold no coin,
Yet kindness in my soul does join.
You, with gems and glistening...

– by Umanath Kattel

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