Poet: Shraddha Rai
Why do you weep, mother dear?
What demon do you fear?
The mountains are dying Said she
all the while crying
But I have walked these paths high and low
And listened to the winds whisper slow
The rocky climb and the cold lone spring
With the bird songs still ring
So why do you weep, mother dear?
What demon do you fear?
A demon cloaked in human skin
One who spares no friend nor kin
Made of mischief, hate and greed
Lies in wait for them to seed
Many souls have fallen here
In the mountain she set to tear
So I sit and weep child of mine
Freedom I have stopped to pine
Tell me more Mother dear!
Of this witch I start to fear
Where does she slumber?
where does she wreck havoc and plunder?
A plain down the hills she takes throne
Her evils in the mountain she has sown
Her cunning like a mist descends
To make us fools of her pretend
A madness has gripped the mountain queen
A darkness I have now foreseen
Alas! Mother, Is there no ray of hope?
For me to cling on to that rope
I shall slay that cunning devil
And free us from her vicious evil
So shed no tear, Mother dear
Soon there will be no demon to fear.
– for my people #Gorkhaland
[Artist: Nima Rumba]
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