People rose, and people rose from every nook and corner,
Because their freedom was hijacked,
Their dreams were murdered,
Their voices were silenced, and they were not citizens, but slaves.
Peasants, workers, teachers, students, everyone stood,
They stood for a cause-cause of doing way with autocracy.
They braved the bullets, tear gas and thrashing,
They braved atrocities and torture because,
They dreamt of a golden dawn,
They envisioned about better days ahead.
Alas! Nine years down the line, enthusiasm and dynamism seen in the agitators have faded away,
A single autocrat has gone, but myriad mini-tyrants have superseded HIS place,
Those students who braved the bullets and atrocities are toiling in the sweltering heat of the Gulf,
Hills and terraces have gone empty,
People who dreamt of bright days in the far-flung are dying from medicine crunch,
He who imagined of rule of law has gotten fed up with cycle of strikes and badhs.
Martyrs’ sacrifices have gone into oblivion,
Youths’ dream of jobs have become mere electoral speeches,
Corruption, inflation, scarcity, chaos and instability have become a norm of the day,
Now, a question strikes everyone’s mind,
Was an uprising for Loktantra a mirage? Was it an illusion? Did it not happen?
ushakkathmandu 