In the heart of Madhesh, surrounded by green fields,
There lies a village, Katahariya, so proud and real.
Its people, Madheshi, strong and true,
Belonging to Kushwaha, Das, Sah, Muslim, through and through.
The sun rises over the fields of rice and wheat,
Bringing a new day and chance to meet.
The people of Katahariya, they rise with the dawn,
To work hard and create a future bright and strong.
They are a community, united and proud,
With a rich culture and traditions that stand out loud.
In the bustling market, you'll hear their voices rise,
As they barter and trade, under clear blue skies.
At night, the village comes alive,
As the laughter and music fills the air, so alive.
The people of Katahariya, they dance and sing,
Celebrating their lives and everything.
This is the village Katahariya, so dear to me,
A place of beauty and love, where I feel free.
Its people, Madheshi, strong and true,
Forever in my heart, a part of me and you.
