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Poems connecting
the good relationship
between Thailand and Nepal

Mother
My mother is a seamstress.

The threads in the bobbin of the sewing machine,

which keep spinning for her entire life,

could tie the whole globe and cease its rotation.

The sewing machine is her soul,

the scent of the fabric is her life.

If we are able to sense the textile,

we could still carry on with our lives.

If the machinery still growls as days pass by,

I will be able to go to school and get educated like others do.

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I am not the owner
of the questions

I am not the owner of the questions

I did not plant the flowers

But the world cultivated them

The beauteous flowers do not belong to anyone

Are butterflies so possessive of the pollens even just the grains?

Will bees cling on to the nectar till the end of time?

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