by Sharmila Pokharel
If
I go home
I will find my mother
doing the household chores,
tears rolling down her cheeks
With the dream of earning more
I am rushing on and on
towards success
counting each second and each minute
While she cleans the same dishes,
prepares one meal after another,
cleans again and counts the days again
As the mornings, afternoons, and evenings pass by,
her body stoops a little more
her eyes get blurred a little more.
* * * * *
"Mother" was previously published
in Somnio: The Way We See It, a collaborative book project of
three poets and an artist including the author
Sharmila Pokharel is a bilingual poet from the Himalayan country Nepal. Her
third book is a bilingual poetry collection, My Country in a Foreign
Land, co-translated by Alice Major. She is a co-author of Somnio:
The Way We See It, a poetry and art book published in 2015.
Saturday, 9 January 2021
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