Lost with your denial, Thrusted with your pleasing ignorance, Allured with your earnestly, Divulged in your chastity, And, horned to the verbose! O Baby, you won over me more than my purpose of being together.. Long ride from Kathmandu All the way to Pokhara Your words and me Are the company together In the journey of getting distant! Your irritation, Your anger, Your rejection, Your disapproval Are my defective aspects to loose you.. Am suffering!!