BHOJ RAJ NEUPANE
One fine day
My mother imagined
If only she could invent
A small human like me on earth.
And indeed, she invented
A small human
Gave her head to him
Added hair on it
Donated eyelashes and eyebrows
Hewed out her own shrewd brain and fitted on it
Fished out her own eyes and gave it to the little human.
She gave him able limbs and a robust body
Carved well-formed, rosy lips
Blessed him with a nose to enable him to enjoy the fragrance of the earth;
It was she who gave him ears to capture the melody of divine peace
She was the one who gave him a tongue
So that he could enjoy the inexhaustible tastes prevalent on earth
She added the two layers of teeth
So that they would become for him weapons of self-defense
On them, she added arresting smiles.
Which stone was left unturned by my mom?
She gave me limbs, a magnanimous chest
Unfathomable willpower, a super sympathetic heart
Powerful limbs and organs.
As she went creating,
She wished the little human to be laden with knowledge and wisdom
So, she added compassion to the heart
And intellect to the brain
Only then did my mother give me birth.
Only then I was able to see my mother
And set my feet on this beautiful earth.
Even today,
I observe the world through my mother’s eyes
And feel bold, carrying her heart.
With intellect and compassion, she filled in me
I consider myself wise and conscientious
A good human with a tender heart.
My mother perhaps wonders at the moment—
Why the light of conscience did not fill her kid
Why the height of self-respect did not mount on him
Why the tides of whims still rise in her progeny.
She created the kid by squeezing her entire heart dry;
Why is he still becoming ruthless day by day?
I have to place this question before my mother:
What she would add on my body at present
If it were possible for her to do so:
Horns on my head? Canines in my jaws? Claws on my fingers and toes?
Or what else?
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