She is walking with loads of basket in head, We called it doko in Nepali, There were loads of vegetables in head, Grandmother also called buju in Nepali, I called her and asked, Is there fresh vegetables? She smiled and said, All the prices of vegetables. She was shackled, With the burden of responsibilities, Neither committed crime, nor a thief, So why were these difficulties? She was alone in cruel world, Crawling for a better living, Her life was slow, lord, Plz give her mercy in living, I brought some vegetables, Might be some help for her, As the load of vegetables, Might be also a burden for her, Her clothes was drenched, In the sorrow and difficulties, Why the sorrow is clenched? I wish I could execute, The difficulties, Her abode was dripping, With the droplets of sorrow, I wish the sun, should act as lipping, The cover the cuts of sorrow.