Nepalis abroad sweat in foreign lands,
At night they cry, wiping tears with their own hands.
Wishing to speak with their mothers with love,
But even sending a message is blocked by the government’s glove.
Facebook blocked, the voice of the heart locked,
Messenger stops, with heartbeat it gets blocked.
YouTube too is dark, the path of knowledge sealed,
The window to the world is shut, concealed.
Children abroad,
Parents at home,
The little bridge of networks
Lost in the game of politics alone.
The government says, “It’s for safety, it’s right,”
But who heals the pain when mothers lose their sight?
Why silence the voice of freedom so far?
Why block us, why stop us, dear government, tell us who we are?
