By : Mohammed hasibullah
Email : firstname.lastname@example.org
The rising voices, sore throats and the aching breast
The rallying legs, the flapping flags without any rest
The current uprising , the righteous climb
The awful governance, the forceful sublime
The determination and will in our hearts "NOT THIS TIME ".
This is the birth of a new Era, a new show
We move ahead , no more "to and fro"
The birth of our new Era, with a recognizing start
The governance standing still with mute lips apart
Politics is your job , we move ahead with the Gorkha's heart.
We lived here , breaded our children , we made the queen of hills
We made this our heaven, we together faced the cold chills
We were born here and have been graved in our mud
And today to identify ourselves to the world we need your nod ?
Out of no where , you place yourself as our God
In a democracy , isn't it for the people to decide ?
Isn't protecting our identity, our cultural pride ?
Now when in one voice one spirt we joined hand in hand
With our constitutional right , forming a peaceful stand
Is it really unlawful to fight for our own land ?