I AM GURKHA

I am Gurkha

not sharp anymore

as my kukri is

I sit and look

Nanga Singat

never conquered top

mount rejecting all the climbing tribe

Tattle paper

brings me the death of Queen who pays for my repose

for yearlost river of the service done for her

as

Gurkha, soldier orders one

Paper write

Queen escaped whitecoats in her hour last

to walk

majestic in her park

and

die on the top of its little hill

"Fighter must die walking, standing."

was all heard

and then was none.

She was my queen

I got the order

last

dreamily awaited.

Here I step

with a backpack and the Kukri handnear

I am overup

last climber Nana Singat was

I will

maybe

triumph Nana Singat peak

or

lay my bones to it in reincarnation grave.

I do not care.

I got my orders,

I got my walk

I have my kukri

I am Gurkha