The Gorkha's Tale

In  the plains of Assam  where Brahmaputra flow,

The Gorkha community's tales do grow.

From distant hills and valleys fair,

They bring their heritage, rich and rare.

With footsteps bold, they blessed the land,

From hills and valleys to Assam's strand.

In search of dreams, in search of hope,

In Assam's embrace, they learned to cope.

In Dibrugarh's fields, and Tinsukia's shade,

Their stories bloom, in sunlight laid.

From Golaghat's hills to Sivasagar's pride,

The Gorkha spirit, cannot be denied.

Dashain's drums and Tihar's light,

Echo through the day and night.

Maghe Sankranti's joyous song,

In Assam's heart, they do belong.

In Nepali tongues, their tales are told,

Of courage, honor, and stories old.

Assamese whispers, blend and twine,

In unity, their smiles shine.

From army barracks to tea estate,

In every corner, they create.

With toil and sweat, they carve their way,

In Assam's canvas, they do stay.

Through organizations, voices rise,

To claim their place under northeastern skies.

Citizenship, rights, and identity more,

In Assam's story, they implore.

So let their tales, forever be,

In Assam's lap, under peepal tree.

The Gorkha values full of  love,

Compassionate like a gentle dove.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.