Heaven is a myth
Nepal is real
Here you see a monastery
And there, you find a temple
A land of beauty
Where one goes to unwind
To sit and meditate
And de-stress their mind.
Roads may be narrow
But their hearts are quite big
Hair is so lustrous
They don't need a wig
Houses are colourful
Orange, red and pink
The paths are steep and winding
But are a sure link..
The Nepalis are an industrious race
They are full of charm and grace
Very respectful when face to face
Though a bit laid back, in many ways..
Most people always respond with a smile
And are willing to go the extra mile
Their land is beautiful and serene
It's truly worthy of being seen
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