Ramchandra has spoken; the order is clear:
Sushila Karki holds the interim reign.
The false idol of Yunus fades,
Politics turns like a quiet swarm of bees.
Khadga Oli—fugitive now,
A Prime Minister struck by thunder.
Ashok Raj Sigdel takes command,
The general's hand—the sudden miracle of power.
The youth burn with anger,
their fury without measure;
Fanatics cry, the streets overflow,
new voices surge from home and abroad.
But anger alone cannot heal a nation,
Wild emotions cannot build its future.
Now is the hour for wisdom,
for calm hands to steer the state.
The interim must rise with excellence,
crafting justice out of turmoil;
Not with rage, but with reason—
Nepal's tomorrow depends on it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem