THE GORKHAS.
Wars fought for glory Lives lost for territory Burnt houses all around Silence breaks as the canon sounds Only pain and suffering all around and peace is nowhere to be found. They march on the distant lands, shedding foreign bloods they charge. Many lost their sons, many lost their brothers. Fighting wars from one country to another leaving footprints as they leave this world forever. Their Bravery is widely feared with loyalty that runs deep within. A khukuri that gives them power and pride, Alas! for what a hefty price A son of the soil who battled for another, A mass sacrifice still unjustified. Corpses lying everywhere. death is just another phase of life. and when the evening sun soaks their blood A prayer for the memory of the lost ones. The world remembers their stories of gallant Their valor flows like a flood Is it only violence what they can offer ? is this repute the hefty price! A gorkha's fire depicted with violen...