Veer Gorkha

Veer gorkha helds his head high,
And defends the motherland
Sweet melody of their songs,
Played with their brass band.

Come on sisters and brothers
Cheer them and clap your hand,
Wonderly dressed brave men
Playing their brass band.

Khukuri in their hand,
Rolling to and fro,
Soldiers shake their legs,
Forming a gyro.

Nothing for these braves,
Is bigger than the motherland,
The saviour of the country
Playing their brass band.

The sacrifices they have made,
Cannot be undone,
A small khukuri for them,
Is stronger than machine gun.

A handful of gratitude and respect,
Is what they all deserve,
Their memories should be cherished,
And they should never starve.

Held them in high esteem,
Let us respect them,
They are the real rock stars,
They are the country's gem.

                                ------- Krishna Acharya