Your Majesty Queen Poem by Kedar Sunuwar

I have come in front of your palace by chance
To bang the sole of the boot
Please do not get alarmed
if you are in deep sleep

For two hundred year in this Gorkha Battalion
I could not figure out
That I was sold to in such a cheap
Now, throwing the Khukuri
The Gurkha dared to come by your palace
To ask for the justice

Thinking the job as all in all
From Barma to Falkland
From China boarder to Bosnia
From Palace to Afagan
Where is the place I didn't traverse?

Thinking the strong wind and chilled rain
Of Dartmoor as a cool shower
Did I sleep in drenched tent crouching?
Where is the valor and prestige of Gurkha today?
And, where is the history of Gurkha

Your Majesty Queen!
Why this Gurkha soldier
Being sold cheaply like a cup of tea?
Just erecting a statue of a Gurkha in London
Would it remind the history of Gurkhas?

Oh! I have always to serve the Great Britain
And bear the bullet on my wide but cheap chest
To save your nation

What happened to this soldier after two century?
Apart of the war of Nalapani and Gyalipoli
Why the blood of this Gurkha's get heated so high?
Your majesty Queen!
Till the day, why this Gurkha Soldier was snatched
From the warm lap of his mother?
And, why he is sold by each government of Nepal?
Which of the immigrant or expatriate
The Indian
The Chinese
The Pakistani
The Bengalis
And the European
Has shed a drop of his blood for you?
Which day they guarded your palace?

Damn, to the loyal Gurkha!
May you have to wait two hundred years
To be the an authentic citizen of this nation!
What would the QR of the Queen says?
Each of those big war
From Nalapani to Afghan
Which one came to the front - the pistol or the gun?
What could save the fort and border?
is it star on the shoulder of the officers
Or is it the Gun of a soldier?
Your Majesty Queen!
In the previous wars
The eyes of this soldier perforated
Now I may not be able to see
The trespass of enemy in your country
The bomb of Taliban scrapped my leg
and made it like a sand
So, I may not be able to guard your palace
And serve you

In the war, a bullet struck on the right hand
That is used to salute you
So, I may not be able to salute
With the palm of five figure
The brave heart was stormed out
By Bomb sprinkle
So, I may not be able to play
A parade in front of your palace
with a Gurkha hat on head
your majesty Queen!
We are not sick
We do not need medicine for heartache
Review of equal rights in a concrete way
That we demand today
Now you left the EU!
However, do not let go all the demand
We have filed on the court
Again I like to repeat
Why the Gurkhas was sold out
Cheaper than a Khukuri?
In the nation of Your Majesty Queen's?

Where is the human rights advocate of here?
And where is confined
The articles Of equal rights?
Now, the Gurkha could not live
Just seeing the rays of hope.

(With deep good wishes on the 90th birthday of Queen)