In our hills where whispers roam,
The sun shines bright but feels like stone,
The bustling streets, once full of cheer,
Now echo sighs that none can hear.
The hustlers toil, day and night,
Their backs are bent, they fight the fight,
With sweat on brows and hope in eyes,
While leaders scheme in lavish lies.
"They're honest!" We chant, "They care!"
Yet empty hands just grasp the air,
In power's grip, the wrongdoers cling,
While honest hearts hear freedom sing.
Through marches bold, our voices rise,
"We seek the truth!" we call through cries,
Yet every vote, a card that's played,
As truth gets lost in charades displayed.
Corruption drips like poisoned rain,
The smuggled hopes, a silent pain,
Extortion greets our every plea,
While dreamers drown in apathy.
Oh, noble hearts that break the mold,
You trust in tales that once were told,
But in the shadows, greed takes flight,
Turning daydreams into night.
Nepal, sweet land of golden past,
Why is your light so dimmed at last?
For those who play the crooked game,
Their thirst for power burns like flame.
With hunger gnawing at our bones,
The cries of children echo in tones,
"Where is the change? Where is the care?"
In every heart, a silent dare.
So let’s unite, hand in hand,
To bring back hope to this fair land,
For in our souls, the fire glows,
With dreams of peace that never close.
Together we’ll rise, we’ll break the chain,
In unity, we’ll share the pain,
And push aside the dust of greed,
For every Nepali, we’ll sow the seed.
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