𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙑𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝘿𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨

After the vote, the hills fall silent,

Promises fade with the morning light.

Words once loud in every corner

Disappear like the end of night.

Hands that came with smiling faces

Slowly turn and walk away.

Only broken hopes are left behind,

To face another endless day.

Young ones leave with heavy hearts now,

Searching for work in distant towns.

Homes stay quiet, mothers waiting,

Wearing worry like their gowns.

No good hospital when life is shaking,

No strong college close to home.

So every dream must leave the hills,

And learn to survive alone.

Yet Darjeeling still keeps hoping,

In every tear and every prayer.

Waiting for a real tomorrow,

When someone finally cares.

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