I remember

Devi Pokharel / Beldangi

The courtyard,
Where I put on my first foot steps
Following mama’s tune
Imitating others says and tasks
Nabbing all that encounter
Enrapt with emotions,
Stammering; mouthful of porridge.

The day- very remarkable,
On which I was ushered to
That place of knowledge,
The next temple,
To make me see the living god,
Second parents of love, education and admonishment
That day on the queue
With the contemporaries gabbling,
Bit perplexed amidst that gaiety
Albeit laden with exultation.

That tyranny aristocrat,
Merciless of anything and accusing,
Blind-folded with the band
Of favoritism and nepotism,
Who baselessly confiscated
All the rights of innocent denizens
Living from their pedigree
And deported to take miserable refuge.

And my austere shelter,
In the exile,
Which was a home rather than a house,
Of my fulfilling life
Almost for two decades
Where I became what I am now
Always all hilarious and contended
Basically exuberate and without infelicity.

I remember,
Till I breathe my last.

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