'Those poor people die only once in Nepal Nepalese in the foreign land die every momment. ' Well said sir. What is mine here? Far away from my country I am in an alien land For years, I have been here giving my sweat, blood and tear I wake up early in the day and work hard throughout pay tax to the treasury as much as the natives do I oblige to the rule of law never made any irresponsible flaw Not associated on any bogus my own business is where I focus It was this nation which pulled my hand everything I do goes for this land my money goes for their social welfare their community and for their own care still when I hear 'Asian' in public And find a stare of hatred all the anguish because I'm not white I think here- nothing is mine Although I poured everything here this place could never be mine No matter I have the status I still think I'm an unwelcome guest we have some nexus may be but this place remains foreign to me.