At birth, No one has religion written on their forehead No one has caste flowing in their blood No one's breath carries the identity of woman or man.We are all children of Mother Nepal Travelers standing under the same sky, The same sunlight wakes us every morning. Rivers never ask– 'What religion are you?' Wind never differentiates— 'What caste are you?' Rain never discriminates– 'Are you woman–man?'We created the divisions, In the walls of the mind with bricks of ego raising a wall of ignorance.But love... Love has no caste Compassion has no religion Tears have no gender Smiles have...