Dharanidhar Adhikari
In the heart of Himalayas, beneath the towering peaks,
Nestled lies a country, where the silent sorrow speaks.
Of leaders on their thrones of might, with power in their hands,
Yet, in their grip, the future dims, like shifting, fleeting sands.
The young, with dreams as vast as skies, and hopes as deep as seas,
Find themselves in shackles tight, their aspirations freeze.
After years of toil and learning, with diplomas tightly clutched,
They stand at crossroads, paths obscured, their spirits nearly crushed.
For in their homeland, rich in beauty, yet so barren of chance,
The leaders sit, aloof, detached, lost in their power’s trance.
No jobs to claim, no fields to till, in this land of high decree,
So, with heavy hearts, they turn their gaze beyond the glistening sea.
With every soul that departs its soil, a piece of Nepal fades,
Leaving behind the elderly, in the shadows, hopes decayed.
They seek not just the wealth or fame, but a place to call their own,
Where skills are cherished, dreams can bloom, and seeds of future sown.
Oh, leaders in your halls of stone, do you not hear the cries?
Of your children, fleeing nests too soon, under foreign skies.
It’s not just power, but a duty, to nurture and to hold,
To kindle flames of opportunity, more precious than your gold.
Let not the beauty of Nepal, be marred by vacant stares,
Of those who left, with heavy hearts, burdened by unmet cares.
Awaken now, embrace the change, let development take its course,
So the youth may find their haven, without remorse, without recourse.
For a nation’s strength lies not in lands, nor in the power seized,
But in its people, young and old, in how their spirits are appeased.
May leaders rise to meet this call, with vision clear and bold,
Creating paths where dreams can live, and futures can unfold.
