लेकका हामी केटाकेटी, कुहिरो भित्र स्कुल छ चौरीलाई चराउँदै दिन बित्छ, पढ्नु र लेख्नु मुस्किल छ लेकका हामी केटाकेटी, कुहिरो भित्र स्कुल छ चौरीलाई चराउँदै दिन बित्छ, पढ्नु र लेख्नु मुस्किल छ हिउँमा कोरेको अक्षर त, एकछिनमा बिलाई जाइजान्छ दिनभरि हेर्नु छ गाईबस्तु, नहेरे भालुले खाइजान्छ नागीमा उडेको धुवाँ त, बादल बन्न जाइजान्छ बादलको अक्षर आकाशमा, देखेर यो मन कल्पन्छ कलमले लेख्ने मन थियो, हिउँले पो औंला खाइदियो कुहिरोमा लुकेको इस्कुलले, टाढै बसेर चियायो
Start with a parable: Imagine that one man owned everything. Call him Croesus, after the king of ancient lore who, Herodotus says, was so “wonderfully rich” that he “thought himself the happiest of mortals”. Impossibly elevated above his fellow men and women though he is, however, this modern Croesus is also remarkably magnanimous. With his global realm, the modern Croesus outstrips the already fabulous wealth of his predecessor by a long shot. But he does not want everyone else to starve, and not only because he needs some of them for the upkeep of his global estate. Instead, Croesus insists on a floor of protection, so that everyone living under his benevolent but total ascendancy can escape utter destitution. Health, food, water, even paid vacations – Croesus funds them all. In comparison to the world in which we live today, where few enjoy these benefits, Croesus offers a kind of utopia. It is the utopia foreseen in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights (1948)1, who...