AN ADVOCATES OATH.
— Siddhant Karki* In polished Oxfords, I tread these shabby Kutchery halls alone, A silent vow that clings beneath my bone, Where sunlight through these wide windows hardly falls, A tattered curtain to tether, though time has bid it to depart. I tell myself, I still have my moral oath to honour, “Justice and loyalty are mine to bear.” At Seventy-four, the ordinary tasks get difficult you see, I used to hurry these slopes downhill, Trying to reach before my Mentor, Back when I was still Forty. Britain & Brunei taught me well, To serve as a Gorkha Soldier under Her Majesty, It may have brought pride to many, I am proud, please don’t get me wrong, But I realised my hometown silently awaited me, So I decided to take a self-imposed retirement, To be back to my hills, to my people, and of course back to my family. Maybe I’ll hang up my boots next year or so, And decide to write more often,...