(POEM) LEGEND OF LEGENDS.

LEGEND OF LEGENDS.

February 16, 2011 at 9:00am

Subject… the Gorkhas

Claim… . . . .their lost Identity.

Mission… . . . . .their own homeland.

Code name… … ... .. . .GORKHALAND.

With a dream in his eyes,

A blazing fire in his heart,

A mission in his mind,

And a resolve to strive it till eternity,

Alone, He walked in this land,

Over the highlands and valleys,

In the sun and in rain,

From village to village, he traveled,

Grouping men and women,

Inspiring the young and old.

For a cause, as never thought before,

For a fight, as never fought before.

Recounting the blunders of the past,

Unfolding the pages of history,

Engulfed in mystery,

the fate of the fate less,

helpless and hopeless.

Alone, he walked.

Like an alien in his own sand.

He is the Chosen One,

He is the first voice of freedom.

The selfless call for liberation,

His conviction, a few will question,

His determination, a few will doubt.

He sang the first song of revolution.

Yes, He the clarion call of liberation.

From the ramparts of the famous

Geetanga Dara,

On the 5th of April, 1980,

With a deep thought in his head,

With an unwavering faith he said,

“WE WANT OUR OWN HOMELAND.”

“ LONG LIVE OUR GORKHALAND.”

Those many who believed, followed,

Those few who doubted, retreated,

Remember…. .

This was just not his fight,

This was for our very birth right.

So, everyone came forward,

women and daughters,

As hidden was not the Gorkha’s plight?

From now,

We will fight our own battle,

For our very essence of life

identity… destiny… and survival

was in question.

That call to freedom,

That spirit of liberty

Still endures in our hearts and minds.

No matter how hard those armed men try,

That spirit, embodied in His vision,

will never die.

We will “Do or Die” in His one call,

For even in the face of calamity

He will never let us fall.

Time is ripe,

Our cause is at all time hype.

He is the perennial sun,

that never sets.

He is the blue sky,

which doesn’t fall apart,

Mere at the clap of thunder.

The Gorkha doesn’t surrender,

Mere at a threat from a stranger.

From an unknown soldier

to a Gorkha General,

A painter and novelist,

A politician with a philosopher’s touch,

A devout and a mystic too,

He was all.

When history will remember Him,

And it surely will………..

He will be called a Legend.

Yes, a Legend,

Legend of Legends,

A Legend we call Subash Ghishing.