No More Your Gorkhas by Theckla Dhakal
Cast away the empathy
Insanity a psychic ingrown,
No more Your Gorkhas
In caged, with clipped wings,
Groveling in the dust under a thatched roof
With a syckle ,khukuri , a watch dog at your door,
The basking sharks did swallow us and out
Of the slimy phelm we did rise
To weave the silken
Multicolored fabric of cultural thread to
knot us for good or worse with no loose ends
to unwind us again.
Our cuisine has embraced the euphoria
Of steaming momos with rasgollas
The sel rotis encircles the Kashimiri aloos to smack
Love bites for feasting appetite.
Look beyond the unseen
You may not have seen
The artists have dipped their brush in their soul
The colours are flowing in their veins, bones and flesh.
The sculptors are carving their creation for dreams lying frozen under
the dead snow,
Writers are digging the history buried long ago.
Poems are inkling to bloom the water lily out of the murky sinking sand.
Songs are sung from gayney’s sarangi to the rock and roll blues and the Jass.
Maruni is being graced from the East to the West.
Knowledge abounds Wisdom grows
from ignorance to light.
We are learning to love
the sound of our feet walking across the ocean and lands
Assimilating the pieces to amalgamate the whole..
Havard, NASA trans-Atlantica
No doubt the Gorkhas marching for the galaxies
Erst the while
I Told you as we know
We still have the hiccups of the Piedpiper
the masked that lies asunder
Hopes to trust
for they too are the sons of
- Theckla Dhakal