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 violence
The brave bhadur, a pawn, manipulated to win wars.
*written on 27.07.2016.
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