72 innocent lives got sacrificed,
Those mothers are forever agonized.
What was the fault of those innocent one,
Wearing school dress, getting shot by gun.

In other countries police saves,
But in our police murders and depraves ,
Someone in protest was hiding,
While news media were misguiding.

Hundreds of buildings burned in flame,
Even Singh Durbar felt the same.
Not by ease but someone planned,
The mastermind still rules the land.

Behind the curtain he’s ruling sly,
While dreams of peace slowly die.

Destroyed, rebuilt, and still we pray,
But hope is fading day by day.
Government silent, hearts compressed,
Everything feels deeply messed.

Those sacrifices fade in gloom,
While politician rules the room.

Sudan Gurung—who made him chief?
Ruling the civil, causing grief.
Breaking rules, again so cruel,
Feasting with murderers—are we fool!

Shame on you!

Now Falgun 21, let’s see,
Hope we rise, not fall to plea.
It’s hard, not impossible yet,
But we won’t break, we won’t forget.

We fought, but some parents wave party flags,
Running again, repeating the drags.
Does it suit , what they once sought?
Was all this pain for their seat bought?

The dirtiest game politics—
Brewing lies and ugly tricks.