The editorial review prepared this news summary. He wrote a song to boost police morale and to unite society and law enforcement. A tragic event! Everything that could go wrong, did. Anxiety, despair, and sorrow weighed heavily on everyone’s heart. The blood was not yet dry, ashes remained unremoved, and smoke clouds still hung in the air. That dreadful season unfolded like the climax of an action thriller film. Amidst eerie silence and uncertainty, there was no time for the police to rest. Somehow, they rose and took to the streets, cleaning debris, recovering lost items, and entering collapsed structures. They had to fulfill their duties wherever needed.
They were disheartened, recalling fallen and injured comrades. Their workplaces appeared desolate, fueling their disappointment. Yet, despite their low spirits, they went to their posts. Some wore torn shoes while managing traffic, others, in tattered clothes, maintained peace and security.
That afternoon, the scene changed—Tundikhel was bustling. Patriotic songs echoed, flags fluttered in the wind, and choreographed schoolchildren’s processions, mounted parades, and showers of flowers from the sky marked the celebrations. The occasion was Constitution Day. The police, who had been victims yesterday, protected the event today. Those wounded before, now spread joy. The stark contrast between these two moments profoundly moved Dan Bahadur Karki’s heart. Amid the grandeur and high-ranking dignitaries’ arrivals, his heart beat with intense emotion, tinged with despair. How long must we endure such battles? How long must we flee? How long must we weep? These unending questions haunted him, inspiring this verse:
‘Mother, I have returned, rising from the ashes,
How can I witness swords drawn between brothers,
History burnt, trust shattered.’
He typed these emotions into his mobile device. Nostalgia came like a dewy morning during steady rain, with turmeric water or a health tonic before him. The rainy season seemed to cool his spirit. Becoming somewhat emotional, he shared, ‘Because we had risen from ashes. No building, no means—much had burned. Our hearts too.’
At that moment, not only buildings but sentiments had collapsed. What next? Society was gripped by fear and insecurity. A web of confusion perplexed the community. Amid these harsh conditions, the police remained vigilant. They neither slept nor slowed down. In poetic form, Dan Bahadur Karki narrated:
‘With no resources, we managed; with no building, we prevailed with feelings;
When laws were absent, hopes carried us.
We rose, shook off the dust,
And with sleepless eyes, returned to duty.’
No one asked the police wiping the bloodstains, ‘Are you tired?’ No one asked those clearing ash from ruins, ‘Are you scared?’ No one questioned those mourning over the dead in morgues, ‘Are you fearful?’ Hiding their own pain and suppressing emotions, they worked tirelessly for others. No one asked.
Beneath the police uniform, there is a father, a mother—a family. A daughter, a son, a wife. Hope, trust, and responsibility reside there. A person who also suffers and feels pain. The police song was penned one evening when Dan Bahadur Karki was at a coffee house in Baluwatar. A steaming cup of coffee was on the table; a cool breeze blew. He picked up a napkin and began writing, ‘Every village, every town…’ The words were simple but flowed with heartfelt emotion. These were his feelings and experiences.
Police officers serve in difficult times — whether in dust or smoke, in strikes or conflicts. They endure losses and rush the injured to hospitals. When landslides destroy communities or vehicles get stuck in rivers, they are there to rescue. All these experiences inspired him to compose a song reflecting the hardships and joys of the police. Within police service, he witnessed both beauty and harshness. Yet, the question of how to uplift their morale compelled him to write.
… A few weeks ago, a short video was posted on the official Facebook page of Inter Milan, a renowned European football club. While the world celebrated football, a Nepali song by Dan Bahadur Karki played in the background. This came as a surprise to Nepali football fans, who delightedly responded, ‘Thank you for playing a Nepali song.’
This time, he appeared as a lyricist. His songs create a beautiful pyramid: Nepali soil forms the foundation, Nepali celebrations crown the peak. Elements of sorrow, happiness, obligation, enthusiasm, duty, and compassion fill the layers. The bonding agent is the police and society.
‘The conflict is over; now let us advance through creation. Let us join hands and build a happy and beautiful society.’ This is the core message of his songs. They are not mere lyrics — they pour forth emotions. They bind society and police together in a unified voice. They bring encouragement to police who spend the year on duty away from family and deepen society’s respect for the police.
