For I am What This World Thinks I am not: An Indian Gorkha's Sonnet
For I am what this world thinks I am not, And not what this world expects me to be, Many storied claims live, sought or unsought, But wild, they stray from what is truly me. Should I then ask the wind to testify, To stand as witness to the truth I say, Or should I call the drifting clouds to try, And prove what shines as bright and clear as day? Or should the foliage be brought to weigh, Perhaps the rolling hills would then suffice, For you to bargain, debate and delay, When our history burns in fire and ice. I cannot avouch Nature speaks ‘fore long, For She speaks only to those who belong.
Ahrnish Dahal
Born in Kalimpong, Ahrnish P Dahal is an engineering student in Delhi, India, who often finds himself 'shackled' by his assignments and turns to poetry between obligations. As a novice, he draws inspiration from the works of Romantic greats, especially Keats and Wordsworth. He enjoys experimenting with the use of imagery in his work. Looking to discover his potential, he likes to understand how landscape and culture intertwine, and how identity is shaped by finding meaning in the elements of nature - the rivers, hills, seasons and sky.