//THE PROMISED LAND – GORKHALAND

THE PROMISED LAND – GORKHALAND

Ancient stories are retold today

“Let my people go,”

“I have heard my people cry,”

Will the Pharaohs of today listen?

If I keep my mouth shut

The tea bushes will cry out

“Let my people go,”

Will the Pharaohs of today listen?

The voice of Kanchenjunga thunders

She hears the wail of her children

“Let my people go,”

Will the Pharaohs of today listen?

One may silence a thousand voices

The voice of the people can never be silenced.

It will live on from one generation to the next

Will the Pharaohs of today listen?

Wolves and scavengers abound

On the altar of pride they thrive

The solitary voice of the people cries

“Let my people go.”

The pyramids of pride cannot stand forever

The nose of the Sphinx is already cut

Better to heed to the eternal voice

“Let my people go.”

The Pharaohs did not heed the voice

They clutched so deep to bleed

The Nile became a Red river

Better, “let my people go.”

The voice of a century will crescendo

It will flow on like our Teesta

The Khukuri will be sheathed

The Lamb and the wolf will live together 

In Gorkhaland.