Dear Dharahara (tribute)

You once stood tall touching the sky,
And I passed almost every day by your side ,
Never thought you'll fall,
Never thought we'll lose you this way,
Never gave the attention you deserved,
Never realised your value,
Never got time to ascend you,
But now your broken parts aches my heart,
My strength broke with you,
My heart broke into two,
It cried for your demise,
And for the lives you took with you.
You were our pride,
Who watched our every move,
You showed people,
A beautiful Kathmandu,
But Now you've turned into a death grave,
And I wish I had conquered your top to see the beauty that I crave,
But all I see now is piles of bricks,
And in my eyes it pricks.

But I believe,
There'll be the sunshine after rain,
And you'll bloom like a flower,
and rise from the same terrain.
We'vent lost faith in you,
We'll build you stronger than before,
Higher than before,
And Nepal,
Our beautiful motherland will rise with you,
Hands in hands,
Nepalese will rise with you,
and then no quake will be able to shake us,
No problem will be able to break us,
We'll see the sunrise from the top of you,
And we'll scream to our lungs,
"We're proud to be a Nepali,
We've bounced back stronger,
We're proud of you DHARAHARA
By holding our head higher.