मेरो झण्डा
रातो, चन्द्र र  सुर्य
मेरो झण्डामाथि
अब संघियता को
झण्डा  फहराउने छ।
संघियता  का ति झण्डाहरुको
रंग र चिन्ह
रातो ,चन्द्र र सुर्य
हुने छैन।।
म खोज्नेछु
मेरो रातो, चन्द्र र सुर्य झण्डा
पाउने छु मात्र
केवल इतिहास को पन्ना मा।
मेरो
रातो, चन्द्र र  सुर्य झण्डा
पाउने छु मात्र
केवल इतिहास को पन्ना मा।।
-कमल जंग शाह
मिती : २०७१/१०/०१ समय: बिहान: ५:५०

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