Sorathi and Madal

In Himalayan air, where Robin birds fly,

Nepali Sorathi, a joyous cry.

Lively rhythm, on madal's beat,

A call and response, voices meet.

From Sikkim's slopes, to Darjeeling's grace,

Sorathi's melody, sets the heart apace.

Flutes like whispers, and dholki's call,

Stories of old, for one and all.

Love's sweet yearning, in a maiden's song,

Of harvest bounty, where fields grow strong.

Social commentary, with wit so keen,

Life's story, on a vigorous scene.

Dashain's bright lights, Tihar's festive cheer,

Sorathi echoes, ringing near.

Ancient tales, of heroes bold,

In songs they live, never to grow old.

Nepali spirit, in every note,

Sorathi's magic with wonderful quote.

A bridge between past, present, and dreams,

A cultural treasure, forever it seems.

So let the Sorathi, forever ring,

In Kanchenjunga foothills, where Nepalis sing.

A song of community, joy, and pride,

Nepali Sorathi, forever will reside.